I am the Ghost of Wesley Willis: ROB LOWE IS HOT

Shall I compare thee to a handsome dude? I shall, and shall not be ashamed Your face in my mind has worldly fame And in my fantasies, I must it include When other faces pop in, I find it rude I think my disquietous must be tamed My admiration is as strong as I claim For to my fantasies, your face is like food Food for indulging in fatty delights Food for stuffing in my goddamn fat face Food that makes me so fat that I only dare come out under cover of night When I watch you leave home, then I give chase But I never catch your eye, for I am very very fat Rock over London Rock on Chicago Toyota: When you start me up When you start me up I never stop Let's give a hand for my opening act Jeremi B. Handrinos