How could God be so irresponsible? br Committing all sorts of mistakes possible br While molding me thoughtfully br And I non-existent, to direct him properly. br Eyes could’ve been wider, br Skin softer, lips redder, br Everything a shade brighter, br Hair of finer texture, br On the whole a unique structure. br Now it’s all out of proportion br Requiring much more attention. br When they say, “Pretty you’re looking”, br I say thank you and think, “Who are you kidding? ” br And scowl at Him for the trouble I’m taking br Covering His mistakes while making. br Which still fail to shine beside br Natural beauties he artfully set aside. br br But God is puzzled all the while br And confused at my lack of smile. br So pleased with Himself He was br While blowing life into this different lass br The project over which He did so much fuss, br That He thought, deserved nothing less than A plus br Taking care to make me unique br Creating patterns was a hard trick. br Thought me picturesque, gazing fondly, br Thought that I’d thank Him profusely br That He’d reply with a modest ‘oh-nothing’ br While the grateful creation meaning everything. br br But then He had none at hand br To compare His works with on land. br So He doesn’t realize why I’m mad br Really the situation is very sad. br Poor me and poor God.