i have come to realize
a beautiful truth that we all let slide.
a truth we lie to ourselves about.
an undoubtedly unpopular truth.
a truth that politicians try and hide.
a truth that poets avoid.
and that is that
we are all ugly
on the inside.
Lisa: What’s inside of you?
Nelson: I dunno. Guts…Black stuff… And about fifty Slim Jims.
where from this is, madam?
the simpsons.
the simpsons.