Beauty is beauty
Playboy beauty meant something once
Now there’s a vapid desire to
allure with nothing to bare
Nothing of beauty to show
In days before there was
modernistic Grecian artistic beauty of female form
Women as art is beautiful infinite
magic
Sell boredom and nothing
You lost the scene because of a
narrowing vision of blonde implanted artifice perfection, but only to an eye so
dull
Once up a time there was a story in
every photo
Now there’s boring
Yours in art loving,
Count Robot
