I don�t get why people like me
When I look in the mirror
I see a bitter hate filled man
A tired face with bags under its eyes
-which are blood shot
maybe from the booze or drugs-
Than I look at my frail body
Tracts in my arms
Scars � a memento from my father-
And a disease covered dick
From the whores I�ve slept with.
Yet when I walk in public
With a shitty grin on my
Face
People smile back
And wish me a good day.