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Celebrate Imperfection Forget Identicalness

aye savor the faire genetic blueprint 
   extant unique to each of us 
   with this quite alimentary aire 
   including (that almighty, 
   bottom, cushiony, dimpled, 

   excretory functioning Gluteus Maximus 
   i.e. the tushy when bare   
with subtle difference sans, 
   both halves at first blush, 
   but tucks upon closer scrutiny 

   obvious inexactness crystal clear 
as a bell jar, asper each body electric, 
   whence deserved of en dear
ments despite however much junk in the trunk 

   behind the private 
   no trespassing (non verbalized) 
   signs posted everywhere 
off limits only to a select few like this bard 
   attired as if from the Renaissance Faire
whose unconditional acceptance 
   unlike the majority hoo gawk and glare

if bipedal hominid dealt 
   chromosomal traits say with excessive hair
which mane of tangled strands, 
   could be problematic and interfere
with coaxing, finagling, 
   or inducing friendship with an initial jeer

from him or her averse 
   toward such imperfection to boot
huff lawed physical human specimen 
   such as this ole coot
(who haint really that old),  

   can upon command execute
a feigned display 
   and appealing as fresh field picked fruit
at this stage of ma life 
   donut give a rats ass, nor an owlish hoot

what other may decry about me, 
cuz self acceptance doth agree
buzzing with greater confidence, esteem, 
   and general weaknesses such 
   as lack of physiognomy incongruent cee,

which asymmetry of this primate feel free
er than his pre/post pubescent 
   corporeal essence he
near put himself in the hand 
   of that grim reaper, a key
poor of lifeless beings, 

   and well nigh got hold da mee
when in the throes up 
   (vis a vis not bulimia) on Swiss side prithee
and as a solitary mwm gives no re
guard no matter others may find fault 
   in the stars at my lack of sim mutt tree
gnome hatter judgements made
   I accept mice elf warts and all – yippee!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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