Ugly

Why be right?
We just need real.
It's boring how the ego leads you, leaves you lying still.
With open hand and local shade.
Resentful senator who tries to hide his life away.
Though I'm ugly, would you hug me?
Though I'm ugly, would you hug me?
With all the votes that seal our fate,
Against, not with, and in poor taste,
We're lighting the trash fire that we'll warm our hands by.
The upper hand, the uppercase printed headline with bolded face
The cancerous empire is starting a new fire
Though I'm ugly, would you hug me?
Though I'm ugly, would you hug me?



Credits
Writer(s): Brady D Armstrong
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