False Defections Poem by Mal Sharp

We live in a world full of greed,
An unappeasable hunger.
Butchering our bodies we bleed,
Making ourselves appear younger.

Trouble over how much we weigh,
Causing us severe afflictions.
Because of our naiveté,
We give unwanted inflictions.

Willing to change our impression,
Not happy with our reflection.
With an unhealthy obsession,
We imagine false defections.

If we can see and not transgress,
Not find fault based on appearance.
I think we could all acquiesce,
We'd have a greater coherence.