I've decided to start with a poem I wrote when I was 14. I think it tells a lot about me, in its own twisted
way. Try not to laugh too hard...or do because I sure thought I was funny.
Once a Muffy Always a Muffy
Sitting surrounded by fads
A tradition passed down by Dads
Is that you? How have...er?
Hey, you look just like her.
And her, and her. Hey what the Hell?
I'll give you $50 bucks if you sell
That shirt, those shoes. Hey put on this.
Can't you hear me? I don't like being dissed.
Oh, I get it. I'm not your friend.
Just 'cuz I don't follow trends.
Well, that's alright. That's ok.
Hell, I don't need you anyway.
But you need me. Where's your style?
I'd like to contemplate awhile.
And you should too. Plan your future
Or do you want to be a miniature
Alysso Milano all your life?
Here you go. Take this knife
And rip and tear. Hey, tear right there.
Now lets do something with that hair.
But in a way you still look muffy.
What's your name? It's probably Buffy.
Whatever! Let's go. I'll buy you style.
No, not at Bloomingdale's. Why I'll...
Nevermind, let's catch a beat.
What? Your favorite beat is *FYC?
Alright! That's it! It's over Buffy.
I've learned...once a muffy always a muffy.
*Fine Young Canniballs