You and Your Imperfection SitA Poem by KWPwhat of you shall never perish? were perfect all along? here you and your fleshy body sit imperfection reeks … your fat gut bulges right out of your jeans, and you have stumpy round legs like a chopped up stump, you are stinky with perspiration which inhibits this all around space, what’s that? an in-grown biggest toe nail … infected again? your resting face says ‘f**k off’, smiling face a furrow, orgasm face screams ‘I’m in pain’, are they …. wrinkles? crows feet, you are old …. skin blemishes pockmark you, I saw your oar-like feet dead dull eyes to tell us, you have given up, why not? you have calf-birthing hips, not to mention surface of the moon-butt you are the skinny ‘eating issues’ type, with a slight of maleness and, far too feminine, for a man you resemble a bitter old bird (the human type) that’s what they call a beer belly you know not a supermodel, or in fact any kind of model beauty is within, your parents told you, your imperfection reeks your fleshy body perishable, dying a little more each day fact! but what of you shall never perish? could this be where you find you were perfect all along? © 2024 KWPReviews
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7 Reviews Added on January 21, 2024 Last Updated on January 21, 2024 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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