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!