I have a Bone to pick with God

I have a bone to pick with God,
the way we’re made is somewhat flawed.
Instead of one mouth – should be two,
one to talk and one to chew.

Arms should ‘bout twice their size,
to scratch your back on single tries.
Ears around to act as guides,
so we could listen to all sides.

But the one change I would make,
for the better of mankind’s sake.
Two brains that were set in bronze,
one for Pros and one for Cons.