It's a beautiful life
you don't weaken,
from all the grandstanding
which is a sin.
A plague of sorts
can be contagious,
unless we find a cure
for wiping out all things precious.
What is this obsession
with outer beauty,
don't people know the outside
is only a shell we see?
So what if you could be considered
Rob Lowe's or Raquel Welch's twin,
what do you have
to offer within?
