Just me

I am crazy
I have problems
I smell really funny
I look like a goblin

My art work is horrid
Like my few strands of hair
When I walk by
All the children run in fear

I have no talent
I have no money
My ears and teeth
Are like a bunny's

No one cares for me
And they never will
I have less friends
Than a window sill

As you can see
I cannot write well
I'm not very brilliant
I have few brain cells

The world would be
A better place
If I was flung
Into outer space

The End

P.S. Sympathy cards welcome. I need all the sympathy I can get.

Sincerely,

John Henry Jefferson Kimbley