Can't get my pants zipped up,
so I let my belly hang out.
Can't afford a hair cut.
My hair long and snarled
My faded shirt exposes my spare tire.
I wonder what people think of me.
I wonder what a lunatic looks like.
Maybe I could get a donation
from my distant relative
who I've been told exists.
Maybe he'd have concern
for his poor starving cousin
but then he probably thinks
I am lazy and all I want is a bottle of wine.
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