Nobody’s perfect

17 Sep

Why are so many of my poems about critics?
What does this trait represent?
Why do I dream dreams about exams?
I’ve always wondered what that meant
Why can I never choose clothes in the store?
I can’t seem to find ones that suit
Why do I never take risks any more?
Is there such thing as ‘over-astute’?
What’s wrong with always being early?
What’s wrong with not eating meat?
So what if I am sometimes surly?
So what if I have smelly feet?
Mum told me nobody’s perfect
And that all men are equal on balance
She also said I can introspect
Like a hundred and one Woody Allens


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