I can’t stand my crooked teeth,
the two up top that are underneath
my nose. Suppose my proboscis
weren't so big. No pig could sniff like this.
No snout about the size of mine
would grace the face of any swine;
nor a forehead gleeming, seeming wide
compared to where my hair is tied
in knots with snot, ear wax, and turds.
I’m gruesome, in so many words.
In my picture, you can see
someone much like Alfred E.
Neuman - human, worry free,
& MAD as Hell, quite obviously.