Eccentric Closet W****s (i.e. Mr. Smith)A Poem by savesthedaynjI fought with the idea of keeping the poem's subject anonymous but decided to keep it the way it was originally written (but I like the new title too!). Whether the inspiration of this poem reads this or not, I hope he knows he's dope and this is a joke!I am ashamed to say that I find solice in envying your ability to squeeze into skinny jeans and look better than I.
With neon green sunglasses and ever present facial hair, you look like a hobo.
And as I write to you on a keyboard that is our only source of friendship I wonder what possesses you to wear gold spandex pants.
You, the ferosh fashionisto who walks the halls of Dick Stock with your white jeans and suspenders.
Are you in need of a queer eye or a straight jacket?
How many licks to the center of Chris Smith? The world may never know... © 2008 savesthedaynjAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 10, 2008 Last Updated on May 2, 2008 AuthorsavesthedaynjNJAboutI am -an NJ college kid -a music aficionado -a movie nerd -a radio DJ -the world's WORST guitarist -an obsessive Post-it user (highlighters too) -a "collager" -a recreational photographer -.. more..Writing
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