Even drunks in a bar know you're no movie star?
Guess what? It's okay
It's okay
No one offers their gold just to have you to hold?
Guess what? It's okay
It's okay
Not the deepest tool in the human gene pool?
Guess what? It's okay
It's okay
More lardbody than hardbody?
Of ill-repute or destitute?
Vilified or pushed aside?
Abused or confused?
It's okay
It's okay
I promise you, it's okay
This poem fucking loves you
That's all i came to say
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