Im starin at A.... lost soul,
battered and bruised from life's lessons on what not to do,
and what he didnt do when he should have been doing it.
Confused from too much negative news casts that are
followed by "reality" tv, where one man gets to date 25
women, or, someone gets to work for donald trump.
Torn jeans, not because its fashionable, but because
he cant afford new ones, but then again, it is kinda
trendy. 13 o'clock shadow, cause he's too lazy to shave,
and his skins too sensative, so no one really needs to
know that he's just procrastinating. Rubberband for a
bracelet that keeps his head on the ground, reminds him
of the times he couldnt afford real jewelry....aka,
yesterday, today and tomorrow. Slightly tanned, not
from the cancer box, its natural...yeah be jealous.
Short hair cut every 9-14 days like clockwork, now
only if he could get his bills straight like that.
Stress piling up behind exausted eyes, like office
paperwork...shit he wishes he had an internal shredder.
fingernails cleaner than a babys ass, and hands so
smooth...its his heart thats been caloused by years of
opposite sex frustration. he stands there....whoops i
dropped my pen...wait why is he pickin it up for me?.....
i gotta stop starin at these mirrors...
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