Ugly
The bar was ugly
and she was ugly
and I was ugly,
at least in mood.
Made you wonder where
the beauty ever went?
Not with her gaggle of
gorgon friends,
I can tell you that.
Or that creepy comb-over bartender
with roofies for hands.
The walls were ugly
and the floors were worse.
No one was getting laid,
and if they were,
the sex was ugly, too.
Horror Sleaze Trash 