Perfection... It Makes Me Sick to My Stomache

In the eyes of the norm of most men
Who conform to these standards of popular culture
See perfection in all to much the same way
The perfect girl
Clear butter smooth skin
Flawlessly straight blond hair that gently caresses her shoulder
Wearing the perfectly in style mini skirt
The faded light colored baby tee snug around her...
Her chest, that fills the shirt up perfectly
She has a huge fucking rack!
That all the huge jocks at the party
Have their eyes glued to
She makes me sick
Sick to the acidic pits of my god damn stomach
And as her hair flows behind her
Gently like a feather in the wind
In the city at night under the glowing neon lights
Out of the highest end fashion store
Her daddy's credit card grasped in her right hand
And her boyfriend behind her
Carrying all her shopping bags
Completely at her every whim and will
And as she passes me by she takes a glance
At me
My friends
My culture
And the counter culture
With our leather
Our spikes
Our imperfections and the use of our rights
She thinks one thing
That's the most unattractive group of people
that I have ever seen
there out of style and I hope
I hope they don't try to mug me
But we just continue on with our freedoms
Our free thinking
And let her stroll past us with a seductive stride
Her boyfriend behind her
His well tone physique
Tightly formed fitting shirt
Well styled hair
His toned legs  stuck into the most expensive pair of shoes on the market
In his perfection he throws a glance at us to
Giving us a mean look on his face
The kind of look that says
I'm bigger
I'm stronger
My cock is bigger
And so is my ego
I get laid when ever i wan't
And i fuck better than you freaks
So stay the fuck away from my girl
And us
Under our spiked hair, oddly styled, multicolored hair
Shoot him a nice smile
Flaring our imperfect set of teeth
The girl is plastic
Her boyfriend
He's a tool
The rich fucks disappear into a red luxury sports car
And his testosterone tells him to punch the gas
And show his manliness by peeling down the street
To impress his girl
His perfect girl
All I thought about doing as she past was throwing a kick to the nads of her boyfriend
Shriveling up his little fucking sack
And watch as our rough
Studded leather vested riot girl
Throw a punch at the girl
And breaking her perfect face
And as he sped of into traffic
And got side smashed by the oncoming truck
We just left the scene, unphased, when morals tell us to stick around to help
But hey...
The dick-hole should've been driving safely