They call it ugly, but I think it is full of win!
And as an extra bonus, check this out from the original post:
So . . . so you think you can tell heaven from krill,
belly-slides from pain.
Can you tell a green eel from a cold steel rain?
A smile from a tail?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for floes?
Hot ashes for seas?
Hot air for a cool freeze?
Cold climate for change?
And did you exchange a walk on Antarctica for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls eating from the fish bowl, year after year,
Sliding over the same old ground.
Until it’s bound that our habitat disappears.
Wish you were here.