Truth 1-Ups Beauty (own objective estimate)

When Beauty heads 
its lovely rear 
in self-examination mode, 
then Truth must step 
in confidence, and wince
and sneer at duties woe'd.
To stoop to Beauty's aid
and reach! And seize, and
grasp, with grabby hands 
perhaps a bit more thoroughly 
than wants must need and pull
its handsome load of self-plight
troth its vowed to free! That
thoughtless burden! Trapped
so far up fundament, its glory
dimmed, its air of gorgeous 
prettiness could suffocate -
unless, unless! It shall by Truth's
main dint of strength and to reach
quite almost up within - with interest
yank it fully freed! Oh not at once,
but winningly. At first, by partly, morely,
most degrees worked, shimmied incrementally
from such emplacement jam. By accident?
Or fancy stunt of self-contortionist-as-hat?

Let us admit
as headgear goes, 
there really is no beating 
that. 

I mean, this is (we're talking 'bout) 
Beauty. Helpless on display, here's beauty.
Head arrears, but what! A stunned 
breathtaking move. 

O butt! But oh, here's Truth!
And Truth can't just stand by
while Beauty steals such shows. 

While Beauty proves itself
in ways so evidently 
thrilling and exhilarated
that - if Truth won't speak,
won't intervene - guess whose
say goes? No, Truth

cannot really allow
Beauty this moment long.
Humiliating both of them,
as far as Truth's concerned.

But Truth
is wrong