Beauty's Home

Beauty has a way of finding,
All disheveled, gently winding
Such a place that it will grow
If only it's allowed to show.

And beauty has a gentle fury,
it can expire in a hurry
It makes one long, useless and tragic,
It feeds from sadness and false magic.

Beauty's best friend is the crier,
The one who's victim of the liar,
The one who feels that pain is duty
Finds endless comfort in cruel beauty.

But the intrigue of the homely,
Ugly and companion, Lonely
Are the one's who keep our life
Are the killer's menacing wife.

And the sexiness of hate
like poison that does satiate
will forever compensate,
For Beauty's joyless lack of weight.