Thick glasses; jutting teeth like nibs of corn;
The nose twists left, broken once and healed wrong;
A square, patch-bearded jaw; hair greasy, long;
Sweat-stained tee-shirt; blue jeans knee-patched and worn.
A nasal voice that sets the teeth to grind;
Laugh like a gobbling turkey--goblin-kin;
A glittering stare that pimples female skin,
Wondering what thoughts are scuttling through his mind.
The kind of guy you try hard not to see--
Invisible, or easy to look past.
Talks to himself, for he's always alone.
Because he's slow, and the world is so fast,
He fades daily toward his nonentity--
The ugly and unwanted and unknown.
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