If I was perfect
then I would be painted by a surrealist.
My eyes would be on my chin so that people would talk down to me
and so that I would look up to people more easily.
My head would be too small to have a brain so that I couldn’t process hate,
so that I could stay innocent,
so that I couldn’t get angry and ask for rights,
so that I could obey,
so that I couldn’t notice flaws,
so that I couldn’t want for more,
so that I wouldn’t notice the unjustness that’s part of everyday life,
the stains on my couch
the eight hundred square feet I share with four other people
while people get whole fucking mansions to themselves
and people live in boxes and shopping carts
so that I wouldn’t see the panhandlers
and waste my money helping them.
If I was perfect my heart would be too big for my chest
so that I would feel compassion and pity
but not empathy
because my head is too small
to understand suffering because it would give me wrinkles
and a personality
so that I wouldn’t be molded
into the most disgusting sculpture imaginable
by people who are beyond reality
and in the heaven of the upper class.
My stomach wouldn’t exist
so that I wouldn’t starve to death
because they wouldn’t give me a job
because an idiot like me wouldn’t do a good job
because I didn’t have a college degree
because they wouldn’t give me one
because they wouldn’t let me into a college
because I wouldn’t let society mold me into one of the other monsters that control the world.
If I was perfect
I wouldn’t be able to feel pain
because if I did then I wouldn’t have a religion
and people wouldn’t accept me
or I would be too religious
and people would still avoid me
because the monsters are painted by psychedelics too.
They’re chests are be too small to hold a heart
so that they don’t feel emotion.
They’re stomachs are gigantic to allow for the food that others don’t get.
They have built in pockets
to hold massive amounts of cash
so that in case banks fail
they’re still rich.
They have a mouth that only smiles
because why should they be sad?
They’re tongue is silver so that we don’t always realize that they’re lying
when they say that they’re working for us
and not for themselves.
They are pinheads too
so that they can hate without cause just that much more easily
and so that they have an excuse for screwing up everything all the time.
They have hundreds of torsos and legs so that they can show off
all the brands that give money to them
but not to anyone that will ever need it.