who are you looking at, punk?
think you got enough shaving cream?
maybe you should save some for later
spread some on your pecan pie
who do you think I’m talking to, punk?
do you see anybody else in this filthy hole of a
bathroom in a dingy dump of an apartment?
so you carefully shave all around your nose and mouth
so as to impress all the ladies
who do you think you’re kidding, punk?
if you had any sense you would grow a mustache and beard
because your face is a wreck, it’s just plain hopeless
you should just stay inside and sign up for Meals on Wheels
because there ain’t nothing happening for you
You hear me, punk? Stop walking away.
No more mirror, no more taunting
from the bully inside my head
I just might make it through another stupid day
and if somebody notices I’ll say
What ‘cha looking at punk?