The prettiest of them are chosen for the public eye.
The prettiest of them are praised for their nudity in the coldest times.
They earn the raining flowers of money and praise for ruining a young man's mind.
Then they create a standard for beauty unreachable for the minor minds.
Hell, even peace is associated with the coloured lenses in their eyes.
The ones who take care of their worth may never find the righteous eye,
For their worth is measured by their waist size.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
