In yoga I have the most hair
I see guys in the locker room
They all grow it down there
But their chests are shiny, bare
(BTW I am discreet, I don’t stare)
They have it on their heads and legs
But their backs are smooth as blown glass
As a matter of genetics
Mine roams freely, some on my ass
What is going on with these yogis
Someone tell me, please
I’m lost in the woods
The lone tree in winter with all its leaves
I do hot yoga
We swim in our sweat like a pool
Is hairless best for practice? ‘Cause to
Queens guys hot waxing is not cool
I could see it’s sexier not shedding
And easier for teachers to adjust you
When you’re not like a gorilla they’re petting
Hands on springy curls spraying your sweating
Man is born hairy for protection
But we’ve evolved from the wooly caveman
Today I’m a yogi Buddhist vegetarian
Jesus Yahweh Allah Buddha give me direction
I’m afraid the salon will change how I see me
But It sucks keeping my shirt on in 100 degrees
It makes my mindful asanas feel like torture
My confidence is drowning in its own moisture
Living in Cali now—seems slick dudes rule
I’m happily married—don’t need to make girls drool
I just don’t want to be the one hairy fool
So
like the Clash sang:
“Should I shave
or should I grow now?
If I shave there could be stubble
If I grow the hairs will double.”
I must take a stand
Not like a sheep following a trend
So be honest, be a yogi’s friend
Get baaaack to me, what you recommend!
In the comments below
Please vote which way do I go?
“Shave,” or “Grow.”
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