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Do You Ever

Do you ever get that warm fuzzy feeling
That delightful warming glow and smile
Do you ever really recognise true beauty
In a thing, a person or a piece of work
Do you ever appreciate a work of art
Loving its tones, colours and shades
Admiring true artistry and mastery
Do you ever bask in awe of beauty
Does it ever capture you beating heart
Or does it ever possess you very soul
Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder
Beauty, real beauty just is
Do you ever create something so beautiful
That your creative abilities astound you
You know that anyone with a brain will
Not only look but will be able to experience
Its artistry as the internal emotion of awe
Do you ever look at somebody, even stare
And want so much to become one with them
You want to immortalise them as a piece of
Modern sculpture or an impressionist painting
Do you ever take time to just appreciate
The roses smell like roses
Do you ever look at someone really beautiful
And at the same time recognise their ugliness
It is only in being able to recognise the ugliness
That I can truly create something beautiful
Do you ever look at someone that is ugly
And think they could be made to look beautiful
Do you ever wish there was a magic pill that you
Could take that would give you conventional beauty
Do you ever think that conventional concepts
Of beauty are shallow and seriously misguided
Surely there must be more than just looks
Must be more than shape, weight and size
Did you ever wish there was a process
A process to beautify on the inside and outside  
There is: It's called torture and murder
I always start slowly and steadily baby steps
Well really! I abhor any deliberate cruelty
Unless the motive is enhancing one's beauty
Cruelty to animals is perfectly fine, dogs, cats, apes
Rabbits with eye shadow looking absolutely fabulous
Smoking Beagles, Botox injected chimps super cute
Dying in pain to help us look totally drop dead gorgeous
My first victim was my mother; a beast of a woman
I learned a lot from her and her murdered tricks
Sex and power can make anyone beautiful regardless
Well, I should say beautiful to some weak minded soul
Apart from myself the rest of humanity is seriously ugly
I am special, a one off, perfectly beautiful, no flaws
I had to go to Brazil to have my genitals removed
And a smooth pieces of my skin sewn on as a covering
nice, tight and smooth almost shiny as Tupperware plastic
To be beautiful you cannot have or support any gender
I look like GI Joe mind and body removed from ugly lust
To desire is purely a human weakness
Lesley Ashdown (36) my captive client for 17 days
Well some people need more work than others
I Handcuffed her to the table did a comedy routine
To try and make her smile or laugh; It didn't work
So I took out my scalpel and cut off her lower lip
Down to the chin line; lots of muffled screaming,
Lots of blood and trembling gave her five to calm
Then sliced of her top lip tight up to under the nose
She looked so much better, such a pretty white smile
Well after I bleached and cleaned the wounds and teeth
She had been a wannabe Goth but it's a hard look to get
Right: I poured lighter fluid carefully into her open eyes set
Them  alight added more lighter fuel : Lovely Gothic Black Eyes
Long black hair is so last year; red is the new black
SoI carefully traced her hair lines and removed her scalp
Her whimpering, screaming and pleading were symphonic
Piercings are in vogue I nail gunned her several only
A few tore out but we can hide that she still needed a
Nose job, big noses never a good thing but my meat
Tenderising mallet eventually gave us results: Cute
Last job for this one she's only four foot eight that will
Never do: With my trusty branch lopper I sawed both
Her feet off at the shin. I then got two of her pony's legs
Earlier removed and acetylene torch in hand I welded them
Onto her stumps; wow aint she the tall one, long legs, wow!
So 17 days it took now she is a gothic princess, a smiling, tall,
Leggy, red head with lovely blackened eyes. Beautiful on the
Inside too, anaesthetics are for wimps torture is what cleanses
No pain, no gain
Day 17: I find my green eyed jealousy growing fast
She is now more beautiful than me; can't have that
No sir indeed, "think your beautiful, don't you?"
She mumbled an 'ugh!' I lifted her head from behind
Shot her 6 times in the back of the head destroying
Her face, "Not so pretty now bitch." I put a pig mask
Over her face and installed her as my 19th work of art
Outside the Baptist church by cover of night, There will
Be the usual outcry from the general public but these are  
the sheep then all of a sudden art critics who wouldn't know  
beauty, who can't appreciate my installations unless they
Experience it for them self and they all should, all of them
Number 20 will be my best yet
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
Published | Edited 1st May 2018
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