the perfect flawed creature
would be one who unchained
their control over their own spirit,
choosing to let the temptations of weakness
lead them instead

the perfect flawed creature
would be one who clutches on
to the royalty of society
and hesitates from kissing them goodbye

the perfect flawed creature
would be one who lashes and hammers
the strike of fury to the citizens of imperfection,
not knowing that it itself is the definition of imperfect

the perfect flawed creature
would be one who conducts the symphony of love
with red-faced blustering and
eyes that simmer with selfishness

the perfect flawed creature
would be one who hasn’t experienced,
but is rather a being who is raw and naive
to the misfortune of existence