Poetry

Imperfect

Imperfect

Had There Been Ever No Fight And,
Had There Been No Theft,
There Wouldn’t Be A Thing To Fret,
Guess How Bored You’ll Get?

Had There Been Always All Right And,
Had There Been No Left,
Sunny Days Would Lose Their Worth,
Which You Cherish As Yet.

Stuff To Match You Moody Mood Will,
Look Distant In Time,
Story? Poem? Who Can Tell If,
Everything Would Rhyme.

You Wouldn’t Look So Cool Either,
Had There Been No Fool,
You Wouldn’t Be The Smarty-Pants,
Had Them All Been Deft.

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