The Beauty That Makes Me the Beast

Skin so fair, like the belly of a fish

a voice that transfixes my heart

your contenance, bestowed by a smirk

Betty, you are all that I think about

Ms. Rubble, I can't get you out of my mind

but ther remains a stumbling block

you are married to an unsophisticated ogre

a nincompoop, a Philestine, a cretin

You flippantly play with my heart

you've tossed my feelings on the ground

I am unrequited, morose, saturnine

and you have left me no choice

I am

     turning the

            channel



                           *click*

I wrote this on October 8, 2003. I think I was in a meeting or something. It was accompanied by a sketch. But I decided to update the artwork... (I am less of a poet than an artist.)

--gh