Withered and wrinkled her naked soul,
Not of age, but of neglect,
She covered herself with fox and mole,
To from her ugliness deflect,
Wore beauty like a devils mask,
On her body bare,
Made easier the task,
What not belonged to her?
Skin deep her beauty’s lure now faded,
Still carries on that masquerade,
Inside and out she now looks jaded,
Despite the critters fur parade,
With other eyes now looks the world,
Realized the devils work,
Her cruel nakedness unfurled,
She looked proper, for a morgue,
All that suffering and all that pain,
Of little creatures small,
All that suffering was in vain,
Not her ugliness could stall,
Her riches won, with others sin,
Her own of course would hide,
Neath little critters skin,
False her beauty and her pride,
Skin deep the vision of most men,
That from them she'd learned,
Yet soon her ugliness came ken,
Her covered nakedness had earned,
Whoever covers up with fur?
Their ugliness would hide,
Its best they would prefer,
Not show their ugly pride,
Like the little creatures small,
Innocent from inside out,
From there your beauty should install,
Instead, their beauties flout.
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Walt
Georg
This is one gruesome parade that seems to get bigger every year.
Be always safe,
Karen