Hairy Body

My body is so very hairy,
Upon waxing I have some reliance,
To me a brush cutter is useful,
As a personal grooming appliance.
I shower and it blocks up,
Choked with clumps of coarse hair,
Whenever I go to get a hair cut,
The barber wails his despair,
"Although I appreciate you business,
In many monetary ways,
My other customers often leave,
Because you tie me up for days."
Squirrels like to build their nests,
In the most unpleasant places,
Then startle people in the street,
With their emerging faces.
But I think I'll stop waxing,
And leave all parts unshaved,
And go around naked,
Dreaming of the money that I've saved.