Harsh Light Of Reality
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His hair is messy and curly
Some would say that it is girly
But to that he'd reply
With a glint in his eye
That really they're just being surly
Eyes that see only through spectacles
Acne coating his face in festivals
His ears are too large
Each its own barge
And his voice could lose a few decibles
He could still stand to lose a few pounds
But frankly he's made leaps and bounds
Towards the body he desires
Through life's many mires
Despite a form that still confounds
Writing is his one true love
A gift to him from above
Games are his mistress
Stealing his time like a kiss
His muse knocks them aside with a shove