Another poem Ode to the Strip Club The beauty of art, the beauty of life comes in many forms Some find beauty in a warms summer day Others stare out their windows at new fallen snow Raphel, Da Vinci, Picasso These men were craftsman builders of the hopes and dreams upon with beautiful things lie. The world is turning into an ugly place Wars, fights, racisim, murder Greed and power are what people crave They have forgotten all about the beauty The art the Passion Convervatives w...