Can You Make It Make Sense?

Good morning, all. It doesn’t make sense. Never makes sense. Can you make it make sense? Probably not. I guess we’ll see. Enjoy the poem today, friends. It’s a short one.

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What is Perfect is not Flawless

What is perfect is not flawless.

No, it is not contradictory.

Me?

A hypocrite?

A liar?

Never the man you think I am.

Never the man I think I am.

What is perfect is not flawless.

Made in the image of Gods.

How could you be imperfect?

Even the Gods were not flawless,

no matter how perfect.