I've Always Wanted to Write a Poem Called "My Entire Life"

It's not you (okay, it is.  It's not just you).
It's your culture, your ethos, your life I object to,
But you have eyes and tits that won't quit,
A fair-to-impressive mind for dense lit,
and an unrepentant pig for an acquaintance,
Fine qualities in someone I'd have meaningless sex with.