I have an extra shoulder blade. Some call it a “wing.”
Exactly 50% of angels have this defect.
I like it when I catch God looking.
He looks away.
I have a missing stomach. Some call it a “miracle.”
About 95% of these particular surgeries are successful.
Eating solids and drinking liquids with a lover like you is easy.
We dine. We dash. All done.
I have an optional hair. Some call it “rat tail.”
What’s a buncha fly-eyed zeroes like them gonna do about it?
I mind my business.