It's wicked to mock the afflicted

I so jealous of a friend. He looks just like Nero, and has the marble busts to prove it. I'm too much of an American mutt to have any distinctive ethnic features. Except my eyebrows. I got doosies. Groucho Marx eat your heart out. And, there is one European ethnic group who also have their trumps in eyebrows. The Greeks. And recently one Greek I know suggested that I will look like Constantine P. Cavafy when I get older. 'Who is he?', I ask google. A Greek Homosexual Poet as it turns out. A devient and an artist. Two great tastes that go together! So folks, what do you think? It's not quite the mad fiddler of Rome, but it's not bad. Is this me at fifty?