i wish that i were someone else
someone better looking
no longer be that guy that smells
and incapable of cooking

but someone who demands respect
and obviously much taller
not having to continuously act
to earn my every dollar

and someone with a lot more hair
the type that's on your head
not like myself who's more a bear
who hasn't yet been fed

but perhaps i should be only me
it's probably best i think
because it doesn't matter whom i'll be
my poems will still stink