Just a silly something, that everybody knows

Yet knowing still, they all ordain

About being too fat, or looking too plain

They all know they should be happy with whom they are

Not complaining about their hair, or some silly old scar

Because somewhere out in this grand place

There is a lonely person, with a battle scarred face

And someone who is dangerously grown obese

A certain someone who is falling apart, piece by piece

A little child, no toys with which to play

A grown man, no coat to keep him warm on a cold winters day

And what about those people, who will never have that attractive stance

Those who will never find their one and only, their true romance

But isnt it ironic, how those lonely few

Do something in that situation, we will never do

They wear that warm and gentle smile on their face

They still walk with pride, hope, and astounding grace

Thanking god for what they DO have instead of what they dont

Embracing what they WILL have instead of what they wont

We take it all for granted, not thinking of it twice

For our greedy society, nothing but everything will suffice

But what if one day, just one of those few

The unattractive, obese, and disabled, what if one will be you

Would you still complain like you did those days before

Would you still act greedy, still want more

You might say "I would never do that, that is just not me"

But sadly you ARE that greedy person, open your eyes and you will see