A solitary soul

at peace when he is alone

He doesn’t comb his hair

nor wear smelly cologne


But don’t get me wrong

he is not a slob

He just can’t see the point

of covering his hair with blob


Some would say his clothes

have seen better days

But hey clothes were better

in the mid 1990’s phase


What’s the weather like

they say to him

He is 6”4 but never ask

him to go to the gym


For one poem

my picture you see


images of me will flee


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