Looking at | You
Your skin,
Paler than a jug of farm fresh milk.
Your lips,
Dryer than a drought in Death Valley.
Your nose,
More crooked than Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Your hair,
Rougher than ‘98 Compton California.
Your eyes,
Deader than roadkill on Interstate-5.
Your ears,
Pointier than a freshly sharpened steak knife.
Your teeth,
Yellower than a stalk of corn in July.
Your chin,
More bulgy than Ted Bundy’s rap sheet.
Your neck,
Shorter than Kim Kardashian’s first marriage.
This mirror,
Shoddier than Dollar Tree dupes.
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