Behind the Mask
I'm getting complemented on my looks.
'Well, what has changed?' I think I hear you ask,
For Tom Cruise I have never been mistook,
it's ever since I've had to wear a mask.
I wish I'd known this forty years ago,
those nights out on the pull that came to naught,
I would have got some cloth and learned to sew
then who knows who or what I would have caught.
Oh well, I strike a dashing handsome pose,
with my mask on, I'm gorgeous, so it seems,
without, red lines round ears and on my nose,
Not fooling anyone, no stuff of dreams.
That beauty is skin deep there is no doubt,
it just means that God made me inside-out.
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