Who told you to wear poncho's?

Tinged. Tinged and almost lucid. I cant see you anymore as much as I
cant really see myself. Stop and take a look at me when you pass and
remember to remember me when youre living that life of yours. Youre
rich and youre gifted, young and solid in your stance. I wish I were
you. I do. I parade through each day as an artiste of facade and you
might, just might see me and then I might deceive you like I did my
mother, teacher and friends. Til I could stand it no more and wilted.
Wilted and faded into the putrid, humid soil of degredation and
despair. If you were to see me then make me an offer. Make me an offer
that involves you becoming my lover and my guide. Nourish me and
comfort me from the ghoulish nightmare reciding outside. Let me make
love to your success and your beauty and the smell of your neck. Let me
stroke your delicate, silken hair and when you suck my cock you do it
because you want to; not because you feel you have to. Youre not
brainwashed like the rest of the brainwashed, are you? You dont do anal
because he said thats what everyone does, do you? Please tell me that
you dont wear a poncho!!