(fl)awful
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There is not a way to weave my words
In which I’d say I’m without flaw
Nobody stops me in the streets
And stares at my intense beauty.
My doctor says I have to lose weight,
And I’m diagnosed with more than one condition.
I don’t do much very well,
And what I do well I shamelessly flaunt.
I’m an unsuccessful flirt, and
A bad one at that.
But I am not at fault.
I have not done a thing too wrong.
The above listed is not enough
To disqualify me from the race.
The human race.
The flaws I wear upon my sleeve are countless
But I own them.
I own every one without remorse.
I will never say I’m perfect,
Or without my wax.
But I can metaphorically wield a battle axe
And chop the fingers off anyone
Who writes otherwise.