Let's start Roger now, shall we?

Today i want to direct you're atention to the words of a wise man, the prophet of atheism, George Carlin.

He was an entertaner his whole life until his tragic death in 2008 as a 71 year old man. Once, he wrote a poem that appealed to me, personaly, that i want to share with you.

The poem is called

"The Hair Poem"

I'm aware some stare at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair of my hair.
But I don't care,
’Cause they're not aware,
Nor are they debonair.
In fact, they’re just square.

They see hair down to there,
Say, “Beware” and go off on a tear!
I say, “No fair!”
A head that’s bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there, if you dare!

My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare hair is fair!
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astaire got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
Nowhere, mon frère!

So now that I've shared this affair of the hair,
I'm going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?

You'rs sincerely

The Friendly Viking