Perfect Game
Perfect people don’t exist,
A fact that people won’t admit.
I’m less than fond of people who think,
That they are perfect at everything.
Let’s get this one thing clear,
You’re no better than any man or plan.
I know I make mistakes at times,
You’ve messed up more than a few times.
I dare you to talk behind my back,
I know who I am, I don’t carry slack.
I have no quarrel with confrontations,
Don’t tick me off with your conversations.
You gossip when I make a mistake,
So, I raise my stakes and make you pay.
Regardless of anyone’s thoughts of me,
I’m the only me anyone will ever see.
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