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{people keep telling me i look like:} john bush An asshole or My mom because I have strawberry marks on my head and My dad (don’t know if this is a compliment though). A Republican, too, because I’ve lost weight, Even though my belly is getting fat; they say I’m some guy named Phil from Newburg. Now I’ve had to stop lightening my hair. They say I look like I’m 25, when I shave, but I don’t think that’s honest. They say I look like A monkey: they say “shut up and comb your face.” We all laugh at that. I do halfway. They say I look like Don Miller, my friend, But I think I have more facial expression than he does And I get more pussy. “You look great!” They say. And I reply solemnly that I’m over my depression, Quit drinking and smoking. They smile uncomfortably. I think I look fucking radiant. Some say, sometimes, I look like Jesus… Or some flower child or hippie, Or Fernando because I’m more tan this year. People tell me, too, that I look like I’m crying But I’m not really, So I shouldn’t even look like it… Right? |
