The perfection is what kept me sick! ~ Jhe T. James

How can being perfect be a character defect?
Because it’s not possible. It’s an illusion,
one you don’t really believe but have to pretend
because if you don’t then people will know!
And all people besides me are either too stupid
to know anything and deserve no consideration
and wouldn’t realize it even if I failed to perform
or are one of those other few people who are perfect
and they would know and I must keep up the illusion.
But it’s all not true, and this poem is far from perfect
and it’s past time for me to go to bed and I quit…
being perfect, that is. At least for the rest of today.