“Ugliest weenie, ugliest weenie we don’t want you in our pack!
Ugliest weenie, ugliest weenie, how we wish we could send you back.”
some of you have speculated, where do I get this joy; stuff like this, morbid dark humor. Music is a big part of any success I have. Usually stuff I relate to, like this. I feel like the defective one so much. I tried to find it, but the show within the show ends in an affirming anthem “It’s good to be ugly after all.”
I found it in Norwegan, and German. I can speak enough German to make this work;
Essentially being attractive and normal ends with you at the end of a fork. You thought I was joking about morbid.
This is literally it, the metaphor for what I am, an ugly weenie. I don’t fit the wheels like others. “When you are ugly they don’t go and stick you and hold you out over a flame.” It doesn’t get more on the nose than that.
Ordinary folk, they just keep taking it. I’ve met them. Life isn’t doing them any favors.
Good to be ugly after all. I’ll go back to being the stone the builder didn’t want soon enough.
You want to be the stone the builder wanted? To be bricked up and ignored, the state of masonry at least in my area, I’d rather be the discarded stone. Heh, never mentioned that, I used to be a mason.
I was an ugly weenie there too. Ongoing search for a place that wants an ugly weenie like me. Really it’s a hole in the ground that wants me, but I intend to furnish it hobbit style. I just did some digging, so nice to the soul.