The Theme of My Face

I ain’t a geek
I ain’t a geek
But she called me freak
She called me freak

For her the theme of my face was alpha and theta,
But I said that’s not the case my senorita

I despise my face; I hate it big time,
Because it’s making every fun a crime

She wanted us to hit the club and bounce,
But sadly so I always stayed behind and trounced

Love she said was not my forte,
But that’s not the real ottoman porte

And that makes me despise my face and hate it big time,
Because it’s making every fun a crime

She verbalized “I want you to have six packs”
“But, I know my dear you can only have 6 Macs”

I know I am not a male eye candy flaunting my swagger,
But I don’t need it as I foresee the need of the hour and turn an impulsive jager

But still
I despise my face; I hate it big time,
Because it’s making every fun a crime

I neither scored on paper nor in her heart,
That was an instance of a class named “my broken heart”

Hey almighty the books are not always my prey,
And the ultimate thought is turning my hair grey

I was in agony and my state was pitiable,
But she still expected me to be amiable

The word “fun” was in my recycle bin
As my entire body made a sorrow din

Yeah!
I despise my face; I hate it big time,
Because it’s making every fun a crime

But today I assure each one of you that I will be back in action,
As I have friends that will always inject me a fruitful injection

I cease by saying
Never go on the face but frisk the heart
Because the region never demands you to dart

*Poet’s corner: Dedicated to all those who relate to the above piece of crap.