Hey what's up ppl. Pulled another one of my disappearing acts but I'm in a state of crisis. Memba I said I thought I'd lost my flow?? I think I have. Seriously. And if it's writers block then this is the worst I have ever experienced in my entire life. I haven't written a ting in over 4 months and it's getting from bad to worse. Anyway, enough of my whining, this is something I pulled out of the fretwork. "Beautiful People" There they are The privileged Beautiful, wonderful and adored Eloquent, refined The beautiful people They're special They know they are Allowed to do whatever, however, whenever Worshipped like idols, they can do no wrong The beautiful people And there they are In their beautiful houses Surrounded by beautiful things With their beautiful friends Wearing beautiful smiles on their beautiful faces And I stand here alone Because beautiful is something I'm not.