The beauty of a thing
Is in the eyes of the beholder
But what use is the beauty
When such a beauty is base
On the outer surface not inward kind of
A brain to read in between lines
To discern what matters
In other to be in the known
Beauty without brains
On an empty brain up there
Whose upstairs is nothing in there
To offer talkless about profounding
Solution to a problem at hand
Just only a curve to die for
That drive lustful thought into
The opposite sex the happening babe
With a killer body...arsenal of mass destruction
Or beauty without brain
Whose arsenal is filled with just
Been on Snapchat for God knows on
Uploading zillions of self pics per seconds
Such a one who cannot hold
A long time conversation
Void of constructing a correct complete sentence
Full of abbreviation in their writing
A beauty without brain
A beauty with brain
Which one are thou
Think through it today
And pitch your tent in the right direction
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