An Introduction

Hi. My name is Razor De Rockefeller

and I like ugly things.

Let me explain.

I love the distorted, twisted, absurd.

I love the odd, the strange, the perturbed,

The scoffed, the destroyed,the politically void

the imperfect

I love ugly things.

Anatomy and bones and stones

abandon towers, times of old

a song that no one ever knows

a story no one ever told.

Machinery that never ran

Paint-chipped, worn out Carousel

A dead trombone from an old big band

And lots of other things as well.


I love ugly things.

Messy scrap books, Cut-n-paste

Minor keys, wrongs notes

Too much makeup, ratted hair

Abstract art, bad jokes

Ugly things have claws and wings

And ugly things have tears and dings

like pianos with no notes to sing

or diamonds with no shine to bring

or rusting clocks or old brass rings

I just love ugly, ugly things.

Hello there my dearest,

I’m Razor De.

I have ugly hair.

I wear too much makeup

And I am quite aware...

That my art is disaster

My songs are a mess

These wrong notes and strange keys

Are alarming at best

I tell REALLY bad jokes

Not pc at all

I’m odd and quite strange

And not really so tall

I destroy my apparel

(appalling I know!)

And ruin my body

(a new personal low)

Dare I say speak my mind?

well, most of the time,

Since most of it’s nonsense,

but all of it’s mine.

So embrace the absurd,

well haven’t you heard?

The beauty in ugly is not hard to find

So hello again

I’m Miss Razor De

I love ugly things

And they tend to love

I’m absurd, distorted,

still don’t sing in key

The saint to the gruesome

you wish you could be.