That, you motherfuckers, is what we in the business call a mustache. A sad and pathetic mustache, but nobody would mistake what is growing on my upper lip as some idiot that simply forgot to shave for the last 2 days. Rather, I think people would look at that and say, “What is he thinking?” Well, here is a haiku for your punk asses:

He, forgettable?

Is that hair above your lips?

Now, you can fuck off.

By the way, I haven’t showered in days.