Aug 221 min read

The Shape We're In

It seems to be true.

No matter what we do.

Someone won't like the shape we're in.

Teeth too white

Teeth too yellow

Clothes tight

Clothes billow.

Curly hair.

Green hair.

Gray hair

No hair.

Blue eyes,

Red eyes,

Dark eyes,

Shifty eyes

Hips and thighs,

Size extra wide,

Skin as dry

as Naugahyde.

Beauties stare

Billboards blare

Magazine's fare

Advertisers care.

All around

I hear the din.

Someone won't like the shape we're in.

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