beauty beauty look at you!
i see beauty in everything
even in those things i fear and dread.
i hear beauty in everything
even in bigotry and then the thud of a car against its spouter.
i smell beauty in everything,
even the shit in which i tread.
but i especially see the beauty in words, and i fear none
i love the sound of ‘cunt’ and ‘fuck’
and tit and arse and bugger.