Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world.
Don’t let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form.
Risk being seen in all of your glory. – Jim Carrey
Many years ago, a lot, he wasn’t so old then,
but, anyway,
the old man interrupted his burgeoning career
as a malcontent
to shave his head
and swim to Australia with Diana Nyad.
You can believe me or not.
I won’t say bitch, I won’t say bitch, won’t –
Ms. Nyad neglected to suggest –
a move now thought inherently evil –
he wear some protective goop on his head,
so by the time we got to Brisbane,
let’s just say, he didn’t need a comb.
Always wear protection.
Good news is
his original – sexy but squeaky –
voice changed
from swallowing all that salty seawater
and he got a job with a rock band.
Wasn’t actually a singer.
More like a vocalist.
But he kicked ass.
At first the young redhead didn’t believe him.
C’mon, nobody else dances like that, he told her.
And she said, wouldn’t exactly spread that around, if I were you.
He still had the hat.
A fact’s a fact.