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