Ugly Men 2

Some men lean into ugly like 

A hypebeast in Arc’teryx

Who stays dry by making 

The rain feel guilty

Somewhere Harvey Weinstein cries

You don’t like me because I’m fat
Cue the sad violins

Rex Heurman drinks a tallboy on the LIRR

Too close to you, with every other seat open

A fog machine fills the stage with pity
So no one sees the trapdoor

There’s a power in being revolting

But only for a man

A king of the uninvited in his mildew crown
A hand that makes the air feel dirty

Your recoil proves your “shallowness”

Because this man learned early
Softness is something you can steal

Maybe the ugliest part
Is how underneath it all

This man doesn't even want to be wanted
To want that is fragile
He wants effect

His eyes light at the flinch
His ears perk at the quick apology 

Because you just let him know you’re a sucker

Who won’t notice when he flips the script

Muddies the moral clarity

To claim he's wounded and you’re cruel