Looking forward imperfectly

I look forwards to my imperfections,

immensely, deliciously.

It is so liberating to admit to faults
without carrying the veneer and
delusion of perfection.

Admittedly, I can't stand a man
who picks his nose in public
then offers to shake your hand.

I admire the cranky bastard
who wakes up, breaks wind
and then floods the bathroom.

It is such a release
from the false pretentions
that society forces upon us.

Face it, we're a bloody bad design
mucked up and mocked up
and with luck
and without bits falling off
we'll be imperfect together





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-09-13 at 14:28

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maxmedo
"I admire the cranky bastard
who wakes up, breaks wind
and then floods the bathroom."

I AM A CRANKY BASTARD i admit it, hehe i loved this one soooo much, nobody's perfect if we were perfect we wouldnt need each other yeah imagine if all the world was rich!!!!!

~Max
2008-09-17


Less Than I Ought
everything you described sounds about as perfect as it could ever be
good poem
2008-09-15


Rob Graber
"Face it, we're a bloody bad design"

To an anthropologist like me, this is one great line (in a very cool write).
We have got this ridiculously large brain perched atop a vertical, bipedal system guaranteed to produce endless problems in backs, knees, hips, feet, not to mention hell in giving birth... :-,?
2008-09-14


Mr painter
I like this one a lot
2008-09-13