When I was dealt my cards, I noticed
None of them said “handsome” —
I’ve gone through life
A homely sort of schlub

Who longed to be attractive, but
Who found, to his great horror,
That what he was
Would have to be enough.

It strange, the panaceas that
We each think could avail us:
That wit or fame or looks
Would surely fix

Yet each of us has just enough
To do what needs be doing;
We don’t need props or aids
Or masks
Or tricks

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

One thought on “Schlubhood”

  1. True. 🙂 The first time I saw (initially, meh) Kevin Costner in a movie (years after fame), I realized how someone rather plain can grow on one– with mannerisms, voice, movement, smiles, eyes, pacing, and all the inside stuff. Like my DH, and, perhaps he would say, like his DW.

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