I'M Not a Gorilla-Man

My brother played a dirty trick on me that was nasty to do. Before I put on a Gorilla mask, he filled it with Super Glue. I've tried and tried to pull this mask off but it's stuck. I've been wearing it for three years, I'm out of luck. Now I have the body of a man and the head of an ape. When people see me, they think I'm a Killer Gorilla freak and they're desperate to escape. When President Obama saw me, the chicken got scared and ran. I'm a Human Being, I'm getting tired of being called a Gorilla-Man! Some Carnival people came to my house and they asked me to be one of their freaks. I hit them so hard that their jaws had to be wired shut, now none of them can speak. Now my brother is blind, I got even with the creep. I Super Glued his eyes shut while he was asleep. (This is a fictional poem)