You again

You showed up in that buddha tee shirt again
And that shit eating grin that kills me
Because you think you're so smart
But you never seem to notice
You're so fat
And we all cringe every time
You open your mouth

You never seem to get it
We don't care how broad or true your smile is
Or about your big old heart
It doesn't matter when you can't go sleeveless
In the little tanks all the girls wear
And you read Pnin instead of Lolita
The New Yorker and not Vanity Fair

You would rather watch MASH reruns
Than get caught up in the OC
You listen to the soft rock station
Hell, you let your hair go gray
35, still single, and renting from friends
You have no right to be so damn smug
When everything about you is so damn wrong

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