I, With my chin up, upholding my poise, He takes his position with his weapon of choice. I surrender meekly as I wanna survive, Just hoping somehow I'll come out alive. I close my eyes as he makes his move first, I realise being a man is really a curse. With a swish the merciless steel cuts through my skin, Blood gushes out to see who committed this sin. He smiles cheekily at me as I stare, my eyes grave, He lunges forward and dabs a little after-shave! Now wasn't that a close shave? LITERALLY!