Tell the truth! If you (not some almighty)
Designed these human bods would you not blush,
And contemplate the source of beauty’s blights—
Stubble, crinkled ears, hyperbolic tush?
As designer, intoxicated, flushed,
Determined to imbue this charming flesh
With beauty worthy of fine artists’ brush,
Would you incorporate that pubic mesh?
Would you paste on eyebrows, a hair-lined schnoz?
Would you retain those useless stupid toes?
Male nipples, fingernails, all flagrant flaws—
Adam’s apples, hair under arms—all woes!
Think Sistine ceiling—Adam, god—bizarre!
That artist paints a pointless navel scar.
(11/29/11)