I am flawless in my acidental cruelty

My ability to destroy is without price

I can kill my characters without a sweat

and cuss a bluestreak when I'm mad

But that is not what counts in this world

 

We want

size 0 

willowy

hair the color of

the sun. big, well

rounded breasts

and

smooth,

small

bottoms

covered in

short skirts

 

My flawless prose goes unappreciated

Unfinished

without an end

My unconditional acceptance

goes by the wayside

along with my outdated speech

 

My perfect mourning

and remorse

will lie forgotten

with my flawless

flowers in their flawless dish

to wilt and die

 

My flawless temperment

and flawless sense of fashion

will go unnoticed as the next Idol struts around

 

The only one to whom my flawlessness does matter

That is that I am only really ever flawless

To me.