"Being Jared Leto"

He's a mystery
Of a enigma
Hidden in plain sight.

A hooded figure incognito.
Like a kinder supprise
Melting in the dessert sun
Except there's no suprise
Just Jared Leto.

A 21st centery messiah
With the sting of a mosquito,
Is that what it feels like
Being Jared leto?

Like being trapped
At a beach party
With some twat
With a guitar,
Except that twat
Is the front man
In 30 seconds to Mars.

With his shoulder length hair
And homeless beard
I know not where
Jared Leto first appered.

Did he come from space?
Or a parallel dimesion
He defies or logic
And my basic comprehension.

With his Dessert retreats
And transparent plastic sandals
The smell of incense
And perfume smelling candles.

But I digress
It's hard to resist
I'm really impressed
That Jared Leto even exists.

Where east meets west
On a sunshine flavored barrito
Is that what it's like Being
Jared leto?