"Ode To My Gravycatcher"

The hair upon my upper chin
With index finger I gently roll
And bite upon the strands of men
Which so many Mexicans have worn so proudly.

To what do I deserve such glee?
That when I look in dusty mirror
Upon my face a gentle "T"
Where my mouth and my gravycatcher meet and sometimes accented by a unshaven mustache.

Lo! I am part Cherokee
I look like Shaggy on "Scooby Doo"
And though I can't grow a goatee
At least I can drive chicks crazy by sucking on my gravycatcher!