Every Spring they march relentless
ugly as sin and almost scentless
My well-groomed lawn devastated
annual ambitions again frustrated
'Cos' 'Wendell's Weed Killer' didn't work
though highly touted by expert jerks
At $65 a bag, the stuff wasn't cheap
with joy I sowed, in tears I reaped
But not to worry, I'll pick a bouquet of 'Dandy Lions'
for my wife next Sunday ~ 'With Love from Brian'
Where Elegant Elite Do Meet Defeat
There are always those elegant elite,
Who are in White House we may met;
In thick and thin,
Always ugly as sin;
Defeat purpose and repeat and repeat.
Jim Horn
The pain inside me
I don't know how to face it
I want it all to turn black
So I can't feel anymore
Feelings only bring me to the brink
Of a lost and lonely death
Nobody knows how black my soul is
I'm a devil masquerading as man
Inside I'm as ugly as sin
A truth so hard to face
Sometimes I wonder if I even know myself
These scars adorn my soul
And I etch them into my flesh
Just to make sure I still feel
Because nothing is as real
As the pain I feel inside
I used to fear death
But now I welcome the cold embrace
If only so I feel nothing
They say anguish is temporary
But it's all I've known for 10 years
So I can't feel anymore
I want it all to turn black
I don't know how to face it
The pain inside me
John Merrick
Freak show fascination
Machine trauma exhumation
Have you found it?
Yes, (An awful morbid operation)
Did you see it? No.
One of the curious
Pay for a peek
Life is full of surprise's
Consider the fate
Consider the life
Torture as a spectacle
Deformed and mutated beyond reform
Rescued by sympathy
A man of faith Ugly as sin
A freak is never safe
Difference never wins
END
(inspired by the David Lynch film of the same title)
i never saw the doornail die
never caught sight of a fox that sly
i didn't cure a dog so sick
didn't steal a glance of thieves so thick
i can't walk tight a rail that thin
can't see some sight as ugly as sin
i didn't ever take any punch so pleased
or been flashed by lightening that slippery greased
i can't light bituminous coal so black
or pointedly aim as sharp as a tack
didn't touch a witch's tit so cold
- i'd feel it's not as good as gold
i can't squish in any mud so clear
or finger a lobe cute as a bug's ear
folks shout i'm as deaf as a post
in fact i'm even worser, than most
i can't hear a fiddle so fit
in fact i don't give a - damn
a simile is as cool as winter's rain
so i utter them like, again, and again
true, i'm as buzzed as a bee so busy
but i don't think a bee's like a simile, is he?
© Goode Guy 2013-03-06
She sat in her room through her Prom quite late
unfondly recalling she did not have a date
There's no one special nor had there ever been
this pretty sweet girl was born ugly as sin.
"Pretty girls are lucky, she spoke aloud
If only he'd ask, I know he'd be proud
I can smile and dance and sing him a song
I'd sure never cheat or do my man wrong!"
At the crack of dawn her phone didn't ring
Nothing to do, no not one single thing
but hope that some guy would give her a chance
To buy a Prom dress for the upcoming dance!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
All you ladies out there, you probably never had
this problem. Count your blessings....
"Quit making that face"
Mama would say,
"It's gonna get stuck
and stay that way"
"Now eat your peas,
like you've got some sense,
"Go brush your teeth
and make sure you rinse"
"Close that door,
was you raised in a barn?
"I heard what you said,
you better mean darn"
"Do as I say,
and not as I do,
"Go comb your hair,
what's wrong with you?"
Well, forty years later,
I'm as ugly as sin
Not a tooth in my head,
with peas on my chin
I cuss like a sailor,
my house is a dump
No hair on my head,
like a bald Forest Gump
I could have been normal,
but I chose this instead
Just because I didn't listen,
to what my Mama said
There's a face beside my mother-in-law's mole
It even tries to talk to me
I think the face has taken control
That poor mole's in misery
Side by side like siamese twins
But the mole is kind cute
The face however is as ugly as sin
Like some kind of infected root
That mole needs to get that face removed
It's a cancer with really bad breath
It's hidieous with hair everywhere
And it scares small children to death
A mole can be called a beauty mark
But that face no beauty is found
It looks like somebody dug it up
Like a corpse deep under ground
Now I'm not saying my mother-in-law's ugly
Even though that's what I said
I just wish my wife's mother
Could be that mole instead
I have seen Medusa
She's as wicked as can be
She never utters a single word
She just sits and stares at me
Her hair looks like a nest of snakes
Her eyes a piercing red
She's already turned my heart to stone
And my mind is almost dead
Her smile looks like she's constipated
You know, that I need exlax grin
I think she was the serpent of Eden
Cause she sure is as ugly as sin
Many men have tried to tame her
A dangerous journey to embark
But now they're covered with pigeon poop
Like a statue in the park
This could be my final poem
That's written on my own
For the next time I see my mother-in-law (Medusa)
I'll surely be turned to stone
There's a face beside my mother-in-law's mole
It even tries to talk to me
I think the face has taken control
That poor mole's in misery
Side by side like siamese twins
But the mole is kinda cute
The face however is as ugly as sin
Like some kind of infected root
That mole needs to get that face removed
It's a cancer with really bad breath
It's hidieous with hair everywhere
And it scares small children to death
A mole can be called a beauty mark
But that face no beauty is found
It looks like somebody dug it up
Like a corpse deep under ground
Now I'm not saying my mother-in-law's ugly
Even though that's what I said
I just wish my wife's mother
Could be that mole instead
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