John Palmer
Over five scores ago,
In what’s now called Free America,
In world of same echo,
Euphoric life of a Replica,
There rose an outlandish man
In the name of John Palmer
In Massachusetts the old town,
Place free of facial hair.
But Joe opted to have beard
Amid the villagers all smooth-shaven
And with the whiskers he appeared
And the whole town went shaken
He was first taken hirsute
A good example of monstrosity,
But when they saw perseverance,
He was human offence to their city
Therefore, they made him a fool
All went after him stoning, jeering
Though all the way he was cool
The humiliation was fast growing.
And one day in the church
Where the Bread and the Wine is served,
His endurance gave up the march
‘Cause the clergy got him off curved.
Soon, he declared his love to Jesus
Shouting loudly in anger and pain
This was enough to get things worse
To pour over himself hellish rain.
So they made him pay dearly
For his aberrant appearance,
Threw him unto prison quickly,
To do away with his perseverance
Despite their torment and humiliation,
Unmanly turns of torturing,
He stood baldly to his identification
The odd beard, full and flowing.
He made them believe what they wrote,
About the said individual human right
In the most worshipped “Bill of Rights”,
That talk ‘bout day in the very midnight.
Much to their dismay, despite their regrets
He refused to walk a step toward freedom
‘Cause freedom is not a reward to be given
But an everlasting individual sovereign kingdom
So he waited until convention
Is replaced with another convention.1998
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