Loved For Assets

I want to be loved for my assets, not the hair on my  
chinny-chin-chin.
I think maybe I'm a little bit lame and can't compete  
with the Hi-Ho, D'Addario, or the narcissistic swarm.    
But, I do a do-over your drunken ass charm but leave  
no wiggle worm over neon after-burn.
So, Im punching your ticket and sending you home  
to pout for a better line or a new pair of shoes, to fit  
your ego because your mind has lost its cosmoline
and squeaks.