Because my mind and life’s so active
my face has been reduced to rubble.
I’m glad I think I’m unattractive –
it helps to keep me from worse trouble.
The Asses of Parnassus published this as their Valentine’s Day post in 2018. Thanks, Brooke Clark!
As for the truth of the poem, who knows. Maybe it applies to all of us to some extent, as we age?
Form in Formless Times 