Saint She Is Not

She thinks she’s a Saint for Being Perfect, I think she is Hell, She has the devil within, Inside and Out, Hail to the Saint, That looks to imperfection, In a Good Way, That in itself should tell you why I say, Perfect is the Devil, She Should Have Thought, A Saint Does Not Look Within and Then Out and Then to Others In a Bad Way. Come what may in a Forced Way, your eyes see and your mind thinks of privileged ways. What is good has several meanings as well as bad, not to get one but all.