When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a pimple,
but not the beautiful eyes and the cheek with the shiny dimple.
When we saw a Zebra, we wondered Black Or White,
but ignore the lovely patterns and marvels in site.
You and I suggested, he shouldn't eat, god! So fat!
The thin to only eat they were smaller than a rat!
So Shoppers are obsessed,
lovers are confessed,
eaters are obese,
and pretty people have a permanent brain freeze.
Readers are only nerds,
free are only birds,
only the cool have swag,
and the glasses have a tag.
The one that's perfect points everyone's flaws,
in a silken glove, hides the deadly claws.
But goes back home, turns on the light,
and fries to mend the perfect till the end of night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem