Mr & Mrs Perfect sat on a Tree
J-U-D-G-I-N-G
They kept looking down from the highest branch
“Let’s gossip a little while we’re having lunch”
.
“We’ve got a great view and so much spare time
It’s free entertainment – we won’t spend a dime!”
They looked down upon peeps – never looked within…
Birds pooped on their heads. The Sun burnt their skin
.
“Oh, we look so noble. Oh, we have no flaws…
Let’s leap to conclusions. Let’s sharpen our claws
Let’s pay them no mind. No! We know it all!
Let us fix their problems whether big or small…”
.
Seemingly quiet, reserved, even shy…
They don’t confront issues and never ask why
Yet, they judge, speculate, imagine, assume…
They’re the last to commend & the first to foredoom
.
They have an opinion about everything
They’re so out of touch… like yang without yin
Their faults may be quieter, but equally wrong
Their talks sound so strange like ding without dong
.
As they’ve sat there for days filled with evil thoughts
Their hair-dos got messy. Their dreams turned to naughts
Their skin started peeling off from way too much Sun
What they needed to do has been left undone…
.
A wild swirl of wind drove dust to their eyes
Their aura attracted a large swarm of flies
Finally, they resolved to come down from on high…
Now, they’re here undercover – next to you and I
.
.
.
And that is the Perfects’ tale. Yes, this tale is true.
Let’s end with a riddle – I’ll give you a clue…
Do you know a Perfect? Yes? I know one too.
Am I one of them? Or could it be you? 😉
.
Published by