King of anti cool.

King of anti cool.
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A boy with a tragic haircut -
rocked her world today.
He wasn't very stylish -
and hadn't much to say.
Awkward, shy and nervous.
Head buried in a book.
Occasionally he surfaced -
to steal a placid look.
And she was looking stunning.
Naturally, he swooned.
He flew home in a hurricane.
He showered and he groomed.
Her beauty his reminder -
that cupids aim was true.
He even changed his socks,
his shirt and boxers too!
He swiped his Fathers aftershave.
He wouldn't miss a splash?
He hadn't started shaving -
but he wore a slight moustache.
The image in his mirror,
a stranger now to him.
His heart was beating faster.
His stomach in a spin.
A sickly sweet sensation.
He liked it all the same.
He headed back to school -
to feed his gnawing pain.
He found her in detention,
staring in-to space.
A look of disappointment -
upon her flawless face.
For she had liked his innocence,
and loved his awkward style.
His lack of macho ego -
had spawned her luscious smile.
But now he was a replica.
A clone, just like her friends.
A follower of sheep -
and a thousand fashion trends.
Reluctant guilt he pleaded,
as he hung his head in shame.
Promising defiantly -
to clear his soiled name.
Vowing to be selfish.
Avoiding 'Fashion' rule.
Amputating labels.
Her king of Anti-Cool.

sneak