Mr Perfect
Mr Perfect
He was
Everyone said
-Except himself
Mr Perfect.
The one who got everything right
Always won
Never gave up
Stood firm in his principles.
So they drilled him
In sensitive places
Like his heart
And he broke.
Mother, I, Me
Will pick up the pieces
Glue the shapes
Together.
In all the wrong places
Higgeldy
Piggeldy
And back to front.
Because imperfection
Is more beautiful
Than Perfection
In a child.
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