If you ever seen ugly,
you've never seen ugly

If it doesn't fit in your hand,
why strain yourself
with disfigurement?

Your eyes are
picture perfect;
capable of
precise precision

Disillusionment knows
no boundaries

And so,
onward
we march
as stagnant
as ides of March

consumed by the
ideals of the our times

If you've never
had love, it wasn't much
but two hand touch;

yes, it was rough, and at first
it wasn't enough,
but now that you've
lost it all,

a bowl of cereal in
the morning
is another lonely
nail in the coffin