Disgustingly Beautiful

     Happy go lucky
                   But repulsively ugly  
   

 Like an ecstacy tongue
             Licking an insect lollipop
                     In a totalitarian sunshine


    Thieves of fire
             At a sewage plant of desire
                             Picking from the bones
                                                 The meat of a pig
                                                               Blood rare
                                                                   With a side of pine twigs


                                                 A pit viper
                  In a life and death fight with
                       A water moccasin
                                 In a lagoon filled with sludge
                                                                   And lotuses


                  All beauty doomed
                          To be consumed by locust
                                            Taunts the wildfire
                                                As it engulfs all it encompasses
                                                     Cinder and smoke such restful images
                                                           When there not burning your memories


    War, one of mans most decadent events
                                         The click of a chamber in a gun
                                                            A sweet sound to a thug
                                    Indulgence of a pungent stench that stings the nose
                                                                            Like the sexy pain of salt in a wound


        Deliciously sour 
                   Medusa's lusty kiss of stone in gut
                                                                     Lost in paradise
                                                                            With a chunky slut


          Fruits and vegetables
                      Decayed and then grew to life again
                                                    In a rusty and rustic old tub
                                                            Five gallon bucket used for grub


Destruction can be beautiful
           But never when its youthful
                              Distastefully blissful
                                      Like a school house being bombed
                                                            But the kids are on summer leave
                                                                                 So they celebrate not grieve