by I wear my melancholy
like an old, worn-in suit
whose every crease and seam
I know so well that I
can bend over without
making an ass of myself.
I wear my melancholy
like an old, worn-in suit
whose every crease and seam
I know so well that I
can bend over without
making an ass of myself.
A (wise) man of two faces 
hahaha! I like what you’re doing with this one. Kind of makes me wonder whom you’re bending over for though…is it worth it?
Don’t drop the soap.