There's a bald goy
sitting on the floor,
zir face marred with
the horrid red blotches
of zir own intolerance.

The unsightly grey bags
beneath zir bland brown eyes
seem to set the organs deep
into zir face.
There is blue power over them
attempting to conceal the
grotesque rings,
but not succeeding very well.

Zir back is arched unattractively,
the skin protruding and plump.
There is hindering bump at the base of zir neck
that is sprinkled as well
with the hideous red devils.

Zir hands, the only extremities
worth any admiration,
close into fists and rub away the sleep
from the dull eyes that are daily concealed
by the blocky black frames which bring attention
to the blotches on zir chin
and the pitiful manner in which zie squints.