The day they make me gorgeous
The day they make me GORGEOUS
Id like to just hang around
Like a ceiling fan mounted upside down
Ill only have three settings
And all of them will seem to suck air out of the room
Like
Gorgeous
Gorgeouser
Gorgeousest
*Gasp*
Look at me!
No, look at me, why dont you?
Gorgeous is the antidote to eyesore
Gorgeous is an extra special helping of appropriate
For all I know, gorgeous is six bars on your cell phone
Always
And they seem to show up like exclamation points
OR
There is a gorgeous thesaurus somewhere
Where the synonyms are suitable for framing
The homonyms all rhyme with UHH, AHH!
And the word clandestine doesnt even have a definition
Gorgeous is a pristine sentence in the present tense
Gorgeous is the very edge of the bell curve
The hunchback on the other edge clangs the bell curves clacker against
And that hallow little GONGGGGGGG
The day they make me gorgeous
Thatll be my theme song
Cause I shot the crapshoot
And
Just what is the math behind aesthetics, anyway?
Because me plus charismatic
For example
Does not equal gorgeous
And I should know
I shave me
And I scribble
Stunning is only skin deep
On that little scrap of toilet paper
I tend to tear away
The days my blemished face
My blemished face
Has bled enough
But the day they make me gorgeous
If they just begin with the skin
I swear
Ill take care of the deep stuff
Gorgeous does not put the ow! in shallow
People put the ow! in shallow
Gorgeous is like a new pair of shoes
Slung over a power line
On a summer day
Where the asphalt is hot
Youre barefoot
And the ice cream truck is invisible
Except
Instead of new shoes
Its a pair of angels
Handcuffed together
And instead of a power line
Its a tight rope in a circus
And even the clowns below
With their big, round, impotent net
They stare up thinking
Oh that is really something to look at
Gorgeous is its own reward
Gorgeous doesnt have a weatherman
Gorgeous is never, ever
what was your name again?
And I know you know what I mean
Its either Halloween
Or its not Halloween
You either pretty much look the way you always do
Or you dont
And the day they make me gorgeous
I wont
Ill be first place county fair kind of rare
Ill eat dressing room mirrors for breakfast
Ill be, Ill be, Ill be, Ill be
Like the edge of an egg
Fragile
Hard
Impossible
Flawless
Because maybe gorgeous is a little bit like me after all
Except
Instead of a little bit
Its exactly like me
And instead of me
Im gorgeous
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