Septopus - Placenta

I am not beautiful

When I’ve seen me in the mirror I laughed at this image that was me

So much ugliness has something funny

The antic is my face

Emetic for the glance

My cold body warms no chair

Regards to Hieronymus Bosch

Certainly erotism should be in a way grotesque

Which transgression could be more delicious than a violation of good taste?

My love roots in a dunghill

It bears beautific blooms

And therefore it’s repulsive

I am not beautiful

Can intelligence be teasing?

Seductive like beauty

The joys of love are not granted me