Beauty lives somewhere else.

Walk up the sunnyside of the street.
Expressionless face.
You caught the neighbours peep.
The hammers can be heard from a nearby construction.
The cars pass you by nonfiction suction.
Rubbish rushes by, by means of the wind, bringing it up the gutter.
Bye bye reminds me of the lack of beauty in you as you watch apathetically as the litter flutters.