Ignorance
Formity is calamity,
And death is but a dream.
Ignorance is blissfullness,
Or so it sure would seem.

They dolled you up and dressed you down,
And made you look a whore.
They laughed at you and scorned at you,
And threw you to the floor.

You called my name, although in vain,
"Please stop their horrid crime!"
I merely cried, "But whore of mine,
You're naught but worth a dime!"

And so I left, with you bereft,
Crying out, "but that's not true!"
But in blissfulness of ignorance,
There was nothing I would do.