On the moons repose
I stare at the flow
I study it intently
To **** out the plea
Of harrowing thoughts
Amid studious lofts
And drunken nights
Amid friendly fights
But I'm alone now
But to hell with it.

I'll wipe the blood off my brow
I'll skip down the aisle
Everything feels endowed
Without any nail file

I'm beautiful,
like everyone else.