What an ugly little man
Don’t feel sad for his parents
They were warned
Misplaced confidence
Ain’t my sport
“Let’s twist the world
Till it starts to scream
And then we’ll know about
Inner beauty”
He stabbed at life
With shovel and knife
Pulling the disappointed along
By short hairs of spite
Until the mirror gave
Gave birth as it fractured
Into a 50 million shards
That he resembled
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