New stuff time again, something that I knocked out in about 5 minutes at work earlier and inspired by something that was actually said to me by a close friend within the past couple of days. No pretentions to being lyrics this time, definitely a poem.
Perfect
The perfect man wakes up in the morning eats a perfect breakfast goes to his perfect job serving some customers with perfect courtesy comes home at the perfect time eats a perfectly nutritious dinner talks to his perfect family helps his friends with perfect advice sits in his perfect room with his perfect things watches the perfect movie on his perfect TV lies down in his perfectly made bed and sleeps a perfect sleep
