I'm an amazing faggot named shithead :D

As I'm walking, I see you on your motorbike. I can see your blue eyes and nose peering underneath the crash helmet. And it's not you. It's just a man that looks like you. I'm disappointed every time. Every time I see a man on a motorbike, I think it's my daddy. I'm not sure why this is. Sometimes I forget what your bike looks like. Everyone's eyes and faces look the same underneath black crash helmets. From a distance, everyone looks like you. Although soon I realize it's not. I remember you used to paint pictures of naked women in crash helmets. Their identities were hidden too. I always wondered who these women were, their shiny black round heads like lollipops. Props. Who were they, daddy?