"I'm ugly" said the ugly man,
who enjoys poetry but doesn't
feel like there are any longer,
more beautiful words put
down by dead men that would
describe him more perfectly.
And to said poets romantic
disappointment; it did not pain
him anymore. As it never did.
And thus,
he is nothing to write further about.
The poem about the ugly man ends
here.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
Bathe in gray areas and be happy
Sleep in the house of the academic
Eat in the house of the fool
Inhale the inaccuracies
Let them reach your lungs
Exhale the accuracies
And dream of your truth
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC