Glassman
Ah, here he comes!
It's our old friend Mr. Glassman!
Always a delight!
He always makes us smile
He walks in with that painted smile on his face and we assume he's happy
Why shouldn't he be?
We're all his friend!
He is loved by all!
and by none...
Ah, Mr. Glassman!
The girls only partially see through you!
They see you as the nice guy!
Their friend
Their brother
Their pal
they don't see me at all...
Ah, Mr. Glassman!
What could you possibly want?
You are well respected in your field!
You are quite the actor!
Quite the poet!
What a wit you have!
you love the masks I wear...the stories I tell...you don't see me at all...
Good bye, Mr. Glassman!
Know we all love and respect you!
Shall we meet again?
I doubt it...perhaps in hell...
Ah, there he goes!
Our beloved Mr. Glassman!
Was that a frown under that painted smile?
was he unhappy?
No, of course not!
Why should he be?
why indeed...
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