‘Perfect’ human

I’ve got little weight on my hips
And little lies on my lips
Who know if the perfect human 
Even exists

Little chunky 
Little mary
Too obese
A lot of worry
Who would want me
Who would need me
I suppose
I wouldn’t 

Little weight around my belly 
Little fat around my thighs 
My face is too round
And I’ve got black under eyes

Little pale
Little redish
Too tired 
And too boring
Who would want me 
Who would need me 
I suppose 
I wouldn’t 

I’ve got little weight on my hips
And little lies on my lips
Who know if the perfect human 
Even exists