In a Perfect World - For Contest

In a Perfect World In a perfect world we’d need no God horses hooves would ne’er be shod nor would the instinct to fight or flee determine how you’d relate to me. Each cue ball break would sink your balls there’d be no whispering in the halls if every word uttered is true I wonder what they’d say ‘bout you. When every woman is a perfect ten what would make men look again or cause the woman to entertain hot fleeting glances all the same. And if perchance perfection’s choices damn us all with perfect voices perfect volume, perfect tone a perfect, numbing, endless, drone. Sunrise, sunset, perfect sameness perfection’s sinners, perfect, blameless nothing to venture, nothing to gain ‘cuz everything turns out the same. Everybody shares the wealth dogs pick up after themselves hats in boomeranged retreat returned, and landed, at our feet. Perfection is its own reward no need for heaven or its God angels, idle, listless, dopey wings - participation trophy. 2/8/2016 submitted to – In a Perfect World – Poetry Contest sponsor – Catie Lindsey