How ugly can an ugliness get?
'That's not fair.
None of them can help,
The way they look.
Even though I do admit,
This area would be a gold mine...
For anyone who 'said',
They knew anything about plastic surgery.'
I'm referring to their deeds.
Not the way they look.
'Well,
Either way...
Whatever the deeds that were done,
Has had a lot to do with an absence of attraction.
And ugly must be something fed,
They feed upon that makes them happy.
Because they have an abundance of that here.
And 'we' should not be the judge or jury.'
WE?
I'm talking about something totally different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem