Tuesday, September 08, 2015
No candy here:
Mornisey was ugly.
“Don’t you just adore my face?”
He asked cashiers.
They answered it was lovely,
sharing the jest.
Some went further, by claiming
not to be Mr or Miss America.
Joked himself through...anyway...
“Body like a block of crap!”
went his rap. Well then,
“He accepted him-
self for who he was!”–uh huh?
Thus saith self-help language,
which aids no one, really. Hey!
he played his hand and
who doesn’t?
Did he marry a beauty?
Gain, too, riches before?
Considering the motivation,
you’d think...SOMEthing!
Dwelt solo in a loft,
pretty-picture-surround,
until the Big Cough
did siege him! Terminally.
You want better in this town?
Get a dog.
Labels: compensation, death, dog, handsome, humor, loneliness, looks, self-depreciation, ugly
