I keep on looking at myself in the mirror. And I keep on forgetting how awful I look. I haven't shaved in weeks, not that I did during the best of times. I would usually pay a barber to do that for be, because I never trusted myself. But now all the barbers are closed. My Old man Li had been shut down for four weeks. And I've been out of a job for two. I'm not unhappy about this turn of events... As a matter of fact, I turned out better than most people of my class, and income, and stock... I'm inside though, now Deeply inside, Listening to every single pulse of humanity that offers me insight, Every Faggot tells me a story, Every Nigger whines about an injustice, Every Hedge Fund Manager gives me a tip. And Every, Every, Single Human, Knows what I say, And trusts me not, For I am a Poet without redemption, I am, LackLuster, And I try, too Hard.