#160 You Perfect Man

You poor little thing, you impossible soul

You who hold the most difficult goal

That among every human on this decrepit earth

Only you have been perfect since birth

The rest of us mortals, we pale next to you

Engaging in things only you have right to

So clearly only thee, blesséd among all

Have the final say and ultimate call

I've never seen you step over your line

Knowing precise the justness of crime

Always in the right place, exactly the right amount late

With the perfect etiquette for first second and third date

If we differ on an issue, it's always me who is wrong

If we sing different tunes, then I know not the song

I've never seen you admit to losing any sort of debate

About who it's right to love, and whom I must hate

I'm trying to learn from you, I really am

From such an honest and uncorrectable man

You give me such much feedback and also advice

About who I am and why I'm not nice

So accept my sympathy, you poor little thing

About the day to day horrors this earth must bring

For it must give you much stress and cause you much fuss

To live among mortals such as us.

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