Mustaches

I see you laughing at yourself, 
Mocking your own pain,
Drawing horns and mustaches
on top of your own name.

You move just like a cartoon,
Kicking up the dust behind you.
A parody of A-hole, 
I want to see the play.

Hilarious in that style, 
trying to look scary.
Make them smarter. Does it work?
I bet some like it anyway.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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