Some people ask me, "What is your secret?"
on that note, I tell them dark, sinister
mischievous dealings with our lord, Satan,
even as their eyes pop out, mouths agape,
people hear what I have to say, then watch
ever curious to see, if in truth,
on this earth walks a man who knows Satan,
people are naive, gullible creatures,
logic evades their attempts to see past
everyday banter into stone cold lies,
arguments beyond imagination,
seeking a refutation of my words,
killing themselves to see a good man wrong,
maybe I should infer they mean the beard,
ever so long after three years of growth.
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