Mercurial Beauty


Beauty comes in many flavours,
You might think you’re sweet,
Too bad he only likes them hot.

Why wring your soul out,
Why darn your eyes new tears,
Over a patchwork quilt of aesthetics?

Irony has a mercurial mind,
Women screen out imagined flaws,
More harshly than men ever could.

This allure you think you’ve trapped,
In your gaping open-mouthed pores,
Will expire as surely as the sun will set.

And the appetite of every critic
Can never be sated by one.
Why see yourself in their broken lenses?


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