Oh, that Dude. Man, that dude is so nice.

That dude always smiles. That’s the dude,

who demands, “Everybody should smile!”

 

Lots of people love that dude. And, like, I

get that- I understand it, I do- I myself do

like that dude- he is, afterall, a good dude.

 

But I don’t, however, LOVE that dude, not

per se and, not because he DEMANDS my

smiles. I mean, kind of pushy is that dude.

 

I’m all like, “Hey, dude, I’m not that dude,”

I say, inside my head, but like, externally,

I’m like, biting lemons, grimaced and shit,

 

and then that dude, meanwhile, is all like,

throwing his hands into the air- all playful,

like I proved his point, he says in his mind,

 

but then to me, though, he’s all like, smiling

even bigger, “It’s so easy to smile,” he says,

like I’m an idiot, “Makes all the difference,”

 

he tells me, like my guidance counselor, and

I’m all like, literally trying to break my nose

off my face cause I’d rather it mine than his,

 

when then, I flipped, I said, “Dude, all I care

about is to be happy, NOT to smile, and man,

I’m not that dude, stop demanding I be him,”

 

I shouted, huffing, and puffing, at that dude.

But that dude, man, he just smiled, “That is

a great approach,” he said. Man! That dude!