They don't make it 
the beautiful die in flame- 
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what- 
ever... 
they rip their arms off, 
throw themselves out of windows, 
they pull their eyes out of the sockets, 
reject love 
reject hate 
reject, reject. 

they don't make it 
the beautiful can't endure, 
they are butterflies 
they are doves 
they are sparrows, 
they don't make it. 

one tall shot of flame 
while the old men play checkers in the park 
one flame, one good flame 
while the old men play checkers in the park 
in the sun. 

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room 
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence 
and we can never understand why they 
left, they were so 
beautiful. 

they don't make it, 
the beautiful die young 
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives. 

lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death 
as the old men play checkers in the sun 
in the park. 



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