My Mate Pete the Drunk
he had a head like a robbers dog,
big and ugly,
a face only a mother could love
that you could use to
scare the kids,
sure to give them nightmares.

Yet

He was a gentle man,
gentle in nature
gentle in heart,
he would share with
friends or strangers
what little he had.

In his simplicity
in his kindness
he was a beacon for humanity,
but he was ugly, ugly as sin
and in our modern age
where cosmetic beauty
is bought and sold
much like whores
he was oppressed by beauty.