Nice Guy

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"Hallo, boy-o"

Nice Guy might say

If he saw you walking alone

from school with thoughts

of the social kind buzzing about

in your young and undeveloped head


And you might say, "Hey!"

Hearing the friendliness

Hearing the good natured

intentions at making you

feel less alone


And then you might turn about

and see that Nice Guy doesn't

appear to be so nice as he sounds

But still, his good natured tone

leaves you in doubt, and you

are unsure whether or not you should

up your pace and attempt to evade Nice

Guy


For surely, one thing must betray his true

intentions and mood - be it his cheerful

sing-song voice or his terrifyingly disfigured

countenance


But which is deceptive? And which tells truth?

Do you want to hurt Nice Guy's feelings?

But do you value your life enough to take chances?

And so you decide you will be cautious

You won't allow nice guy to get too close, though he still

follows closely behind

You will carry cheerful conversation but from

a safe distance


Because Nice Guy has not eyes, only

fleshy balls which sit awkwardly within

his sockets


His nose looks like a toe sewn

crudely at midpoint between his

sockets and his mouth, which is

the most humanlike feature upon his

face, though this says not much

It is lipless and the teeth seem forever

gritted, a terribly mismatched expression

for the gentle music that is the voice of

Nice Guy


Your heart races

You are alone, but the day is yet bright

Nice Guy seems to want to catch up

To walk side by side, and continue

conversating casually

But cautiously and warily, you

increase your pace accordingly

Trying to maintain the original

safe distance you quickly decided on


Suddenly Nice Guy ceases to follow you

You turn about and ask, "What is it?"

Heart beating fairly steadily, still unsure

of Nice Guy's intentions and capabilities

"No one wants to be my friend" Nice Guy

begins, "because I have not eyes or a true

nose or mouth"


And strange tears began to seep from Nice

Guy's sockets, which are so misfitted for the

fleshy masses which substitute eyeballs

Tears of green and yellow

And you, disgusted and confused,

Pursue the conversation no more

You carry on hurriedly, nervously

Furtively you march the rest of the way home


But is Nice Guy so passive and so forgiving?

Does a guy as ominious and weird as

Nice Guy let the story end so abruptly?



Credited to Chocolatethief

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