A love of all things beautiful.
A hate for all things not so well endowed.
It is beautiful you are not.
Not deserving of it's twisted love.
It doesn't matter if you are black or white, or all the colours, under the sun.
Once you are beautiful, you will experience, the rigours of its twisted love.
If you are ugly, black or white, or all the colours, under the sun.
You will endure the agony of its twisted hate.
If you are beautiful you get conditional love.
If you are ugly, you just may become it's slave.
It's twisted love knows no bounds.
keeps you locked up in it's dirty lair.
Or keeps you as a servant in its house on the hill.
And when it sees a better offer, they cast you aside like it doesn't matter.
Kiss on the lips is all it seeks.
From something beautiful it doesn't matter.
Man or Woman a Girl or Boy, an Animal or a Beautiful Toy.
A twisted love is it's name.
It has no true love in its twisted brain.
Goes through life looking for someone to blame.
Because it cannot show the world its own true self.
A twisted perverted self loathing monster.
Wrapped up in denial of its own true self.

© Conor Boland