The Unattractive Male

Long are the days

For hairy schemes

And lonely days

What can they do

To not be so damn blue

Even on the phone

Where he sits there all alone

Even a wide-screen won’t

Make a fantasy come true

No matter how he dresses it

Behind a wall he confesses it

With frustration

 to become a Who’s Who

 

In an effort to be famous

Hell bent on not being nameless

He tries to turn a lie into scandal

But with money in his hand

No other way to take a stand

The little pride rests low on his mantle

Picturesque dreams

All they want are the greens

To them it was just a job

Don’t get so hung up

Thinking now you have a pimp cup

When it’s all gone

 there’s a visit to the mob