Beauty,
that ghastly word!
as terrible as the pimple
that dominates her face
from its burning throne
Beauty,
in the murky depths
of that endless well
coin after coin thrown
in hope of a wish come true
Beauty,
in the heat of the day
that makes even the
cold-blooded sweat
as they lay empty of life
Beauty,
in his wide smile
as he chuckles to him self
the bits that make up life
tickling him so much
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