An Ugly, Simple Man
With looks like yours, you could have
anything you want achieved, if not retrieved,
on your behalf.
And with looks like yours, you’d be told
whatever you wanted to hear, however insincere,
and promises made so bold.
I’d rather be ugly like I am.
I’d rather be an ugly, simply man.
And don’t argue with me;
I don’t want to hear it.
Don’t tell me I’m anything but ugly,
for I could not bear it.
Don’t even tell me I’m average;
for you don’t know the damage
that it might cause.
You couldn’t know the loss,
not as well as I.
See, I’d rather be ugly, like I am.
I’d rather be an ugly, simple man.