Posted in Cynical Poetry


We are all ugly.

All of us.

On the inside we have festering


bursting open, splaying forth all the

bitterness, hate, and resentments of our past

and present.

We are all ugly.

We are ugly people,

with ugly lives,

fighting to survive in ugly times.

Our ugly behaviors are killing each other

and Mother Earth, desecrating her

beauty, her natural, life-sustaining charms.

Ugly people committing ugly deeds,

having ugly children

to pollute, to over populate,

to stain, to strain, the Earth.

And in the end all that will

be left is nothing.

Nothing but