Pretty faces grace pretty places
while pretty fingers leave un-pretty traces
of the un-pretty words and un-pretty actions
of life’s pretty people in their pretty fashions.
They own pretty homes and drive pretty cars,
yet live petty lives, hiding un-pretty scars.
They don pretty masks to cloak un-pretty pasts,
drowned in whiskey sipped from pretty golden flasks.
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