Hairy

One of my writing instructors nicknamed me Hairy Asscot because he insisted that my scarf was an ascot. When I was particularly snide in his class, he called me Hairy Asshole. Hairy is my alter ego. I composed this shortly after Hairy/I blew a potentially important life moment. I recognized the ruin in the moment and could do nothing. It was quite depressing.

Hairy Asshole

Life is hard as a hairy asshole.

I'm always the butt of a joke,
and everything that comes out of my mouth is foul.

It's hard to take life or myself seriously.

As soon as the hand goes to the fly zipper,
I think I already know where this is going.

I can't tell people how I really feel.

When I start to feel something nice,
I cover it up with some crass joke.

People tell me I'm mean.

I want to show them that I'm misunderstood,
that I just don't express myself well when it comes to true emotion.

And still, I come off like I'm full of shit.
What a sad human being.


Day 9? or was that yesterday? 10? Anyway, try not to step in it. Sorry, no picture of hairy assholes today for all you degenerates who were disappointed.