Cupidity

I love to listen to you      
How you hate your work      
The puddle of mud your life's become      
I love listening to you      
That's why I keep praising you with my silence      
     
I have bumped into pretty faces once in a while      
That stripped the judgement down to      
a sculpted frame, a hint of cuteness and a prospect of riches      
Maybe,in this moment,their shoes will fit my sole.      
     
You are not pretty enough for me      
     
you're better off being the burden      
moving my pen tonight.