Cobble Stones and Hobbled Souls

The cobble stones and hobbled souls
Glisten from the sun shower rain,
A proud little man pushes a dewdropped pram
And in his eyes he looks hopelessly sane,
Theres a fat girl on the corner and her
boyfriend doesnt want her and she cries
Cause hes not the only one,
Shes swimming in a sea of Who am I supposed
To be?
Cause if Im not with you then Im done,
Some of us are ugly
Some of us insane
Some of us have millipedes crawling
In our veins
She envies the undead as they push past her,
Slow,
Their minds only on Gameshows, Corrie and Glenroe,
All around her, her weight, large breasts, flabby thighs,
Bloated stomach feels so empty as she endlessly
Dies,
Some of us are ugly
Some of us insane
Some of us have millipedes crawling
In our veins
Shes sickened as it stumbles
Still she forces it to step,
Its face the colour of pancake mix
And the frost of frozen breath,
Theres 220 pounds of sin
Nestled safe beneath this skin,
It keeps her warm, it keeps her cold
Sorrow wedged in every fold,
Some of us are ugly
Some of us insane
Some of us have millipedes crawling
In our veins
Just to be held and held and held and held
and no timing to tell us stop,
to be pressed against anothers flesh
til my flabby body rots,
to be lifted by my little waist
and dance on uncrushed toes,
to pirouette with delirium
till my skinny inside shows.
Some of us are ugly
Some of us insane
Some of us have millipedes crawling
In our veins
But this big boned body will weigh
me down and down
and in its grey gooey fat youll
all watch me drown,
This rancid poison will choke up
my heart
Still Ill greedily gulp it like I
have from the start,
Im caged in my cells and immersed in
my blood
Im screaming sweet oblivion to Holy
God above,
For his kiss would be like winter
His touch, darkest wine
He'd tear away my obesity
and clothe me in the divine,
Some of us are ugly
Some of us insane
Some of us have millipedes crawling
In our veins
 
Perfection is a foolish myth,
Yet perfect circles still exist?