THE BEAUTY / by Joseph Castorino

Bruttina’s looks were very appealing,

But that’s not the way that she was feeling;

So into a mohawk she cut her hair,

Like a hard-boiled egg, it was very bare;

Then she slopped mascara on her eyes,

Until they looked like little black french fries;

She injected her lips to make them thick,

Then caked on some radical red lipstick;

I so wish she didn’t care about fashion,

And would show herself sincere compassion.