Collected Poems
God Bless the Electric Shaver, Friend of Man
God Bless the Electric Shaver, Friend of Man
You do it all by feel,
a palsied hand can guide it,
the party man's New Deal,
— strayed reveller, have you tried it?
Hung over, you evade
the open cut-throat terror,
the corn-torn nettle-blade,
— the horror in the mirror.