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Ode to the Ugliest: a poem

You of the snaggled teeth and underbite,
(no Spell-Check, not “snuggled,” never snuggled for this beast)
of the drool pooling lips and potato-shaped head,
your face so empty of symmetry,
and suffocating on excess character:

Sit.

You gnarled mess of pedigreed inbreeding.
Do you recognize your disfigurement?
Where is your basket?
Your sweater?

SIT I SAY!

Perhaps you speak no English.
That would explain your staring at foreigners
and living in Asia.

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