You Just Don'T Mess Up Perfect Imperfection
eating my spaghetti sandwich
downing my potato pancakes
running through my deluxe taco salad
it is time for bed already
looking for my dessert
longing for my dessert
cannot find my dessert
doggonit if she did not eat my mixed signal dessert
alas! in the overstuffed pantry, hidden behind the hidden, is a box of vanilla protein bars
and she says i do not eat healthy
i read the ingredients
i see the healthy benefits in MY eyes
yep, i can watch the cheaters marathon for night owls
quite a hoot for i who usually has no loot
here she comes
hands on hips
looking beautiful without the makeup
she sits beside me and puts her head on my shoulder
i look at her with the utmost admiration despite her imperfections
she then pinches me, reminding me of the silent hypocrisy
as the third episode of cheaters begins, the journey song sneaks into my mind
you just don't mess up Perfect Imperfection
Forever Hers......Faithfully.......
the food has digested now by cheaters, episode seven
time for bed
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