The 'Less-than-Perfect' Club
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
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