Poetic-Verses
'' There's No Such Thing As Perfection ''
Sitting quite snugly,
Perfection said smugly,
I won' t mellow, as I grow older,
I'll continue to expose what I see as ugly,
Of purity I am the beholder.
Is it your duty,
To be so snooty,
Who says that you know best?
Describe to me the definition of beauty,
You cannot when put to the test.
Take the frog,
On top of a log,
Together they're a beautiful sight,
Yes only when they're enshrouded in fog,
They do not look good in the light.
An Armadillo,
Asleep on its pillow,
Surely it's a sight to behold,
Yes covered in leaves caught by the billow,
The unsightly should be controlled.
Look at the bee,
Buzzing free,
Providing you with pollination,
Perfection said you should leave that to me,
I can control stagnation.
The beautiful dove,
The birds up above,
The plants and the fish in the seas,
The definition of beauty doesn't fit like a glove,
There's elegance in every breeze.
Look all around,
Allurement can be found,
It takes on many a disguise,
With your ideals we must not be bound,
Beauty is in the beholders eyes.
What one sees as precision,
Will cause a division,
That's why there's so much confusion,
The human ideal is in need of revision,
What we've created is but an illusion.
Nature is defined,
By being so refined,
When required it will make a correction,
To the meaning of beauty we are totally blind,
' There's No Such Thing As Perfection '
Perfection said smugly,
I won' t mellow, as I grow older,
I'll continue to expose what I see as ugly,
Of purity I am the beholder.
Is it your duty,
To be so snooty,
Who says that you know best?
Describe to me the definition of beauty,
You cannot when put to the test.
Take the frog,
On top of a log,
Together they're a beautiful sight,
Yes only when they're enshrouded in fog,
They do not look good in the light.
An Armadillo,
Asleep on its pillow,
Surely it's a sight to behold,
Yes covered in leaves caught by the billow,
The unsightly should be controlled.
Look at the bee,
Buzzing free,
Providing you with pollination,
Perfection said you should leave that to me,
I can control stagnation.
The beautiful dove,
The birds up above,
The plants and the fish in the seas,
The definition of beauty doesn't fit like a glove,
There's elegance in every breeze.
Look all around,
Allurement can be found,
It takes on many a disguise,
With your ideals we must not be bound,
Beauty is in the beholders eyes.
What one sees as precision,
Will cause a division,
That's why there's so much confusion,
The human ideal is in need of revision,
What we've created is but an illusion.
Nature is defined,
By being so refined,
When required it will make a correction,
To the meaning of beauty we are totally blind,
' There's No Such Thing As Perfection '
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`` There`s No Such Thing As Perfection ``
`` There`s No Such Thing As Perfection ``
