Face Trouble - Poem by Abner Fats
Garbage face, garbage face, how I love my garbage face.
When I'm not in front of a mirror, how I miss it.
I wish my lips was long enough to kiss it.
Loony face, loony face, how I love my loony face.
I walked over and kissed my bullfrog "Clyde,"
then I turned around and he committed suicide.
Crazy face, crazy face, I almost like my crazy face.
I walked over and kissed my big fat hound,
and he jumped out the window with the window down.
No-good face, no-good face, how I like my no-good face.
I walked over and kissed my fat baboon,
and he put another door through my living room.
Insane face, insane face, It's a little bit
hard to like my insane face.
So I'll just say in this short piece,
I just can't wait to kiss another fat beast.
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