Twas the Day after yesterday and all 'bout my screen
My friends flickr photos came up to be seen
Some folks had photos of South by South West
While others had bowling, and one posted breasts
But what to my wandereing eyes did appear
But the glare of that shiney spot over my ears
I cringed and I cried for I'd not wanted to see
My body's defects posted so publicly
Now thousands of people could glimpse my bald spot
And my third and fourth chins, oh baby, that's hot
My furious cries of "Goddamn" and "Oh Shit"
Were stifled by barfing in my mouth just a bit
When did I decide to let myself go?
I guess it's too late, now, to actually know
But I heard in my brain as esteem dashed away
"Shut your pie hole fat boy, you've just you to blame."