Our Bodies are Icky
Dead cells and loose hairs slough off upon on the floors.
Food for creepy crawlies that come in from out-of-doors.
Our parts emit obnoxious smells if we forget shower.
Coming from our different holes, are things even fouler.
Bugs dwell upon our lashes with lots and lots of legs.
Disturbing things live on our hair laying lots and lots of eggs.
Skin breaks out in itchy patches to torment us night and day.
Muscles sag and faces crease as we get old and gray.
Toenails rot and put holes in socks and parts begin to fail.
Our stomachs hurt and make bad sounds whenever we drink ale.
Things inside us for no good reason begin to eat our brain,
Or some other organ that we need, to resist is all in vain.
It's better not to look too close at all the things upon us
And pretend we are these perfect beings and not be very honest.