Clothes are dirty, musty, too small and unfashionable.
Hair excessively long, infested, totally unmanageable.
Succulent he imbibes from his whiskey bottle.
Not a morsel insight, his hardened skin a pallid mottle.
                
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What a nice theme! I love this poem! Oh, yes, I do! Purple Rose