Everyone loves him. Nobody likes him.

He knows everyone loves him.

But, nobody likes him.

Yet, we all can agree,

There ain’t nobody like him.

He is one of a kind —

always speaking his mind.

To reality blind —

to insanity binding.

You’re chilling, he’s grinding.

His path may be winding —

the truth, he is finding.

Why’d you settle for whining?

First, we bleed,

Then, we scar,

When we’re hit by a car.

He’ll still shoot for the stars.

You’ll still settle for bars.

He acts like he’s from Mars.

You act stuck, like you’re tar.

You can’t change who you are.

Not from here, not from far.

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