The inefficiency, an inferiority complex born
In reluctance to have such hideous skin worn
Every centimeter here, rough to the touch
And hands far worked that feel too much
Thighs of quakes thick, calves of thunder strong
When the proportions are just all so wrong
These collar bones aren't quite prominent enough
With cheeks too pallid of which easily blush
Shoulders broad, freckled and shyly too wide
The lack of a smile on the right and left sides
Scarred ****** features and a grimacing grin
Between the imagination and I, I never win