there was a young man that I worshiped
who had a strange disease (let’s call it ‘perfect’)
but as the doctor explained
it could not be contained
yeh, I suppose that’s why I divorced him
- This is my response to the Blogging University course Writing: Intro to Poetry (Day 5 Imperfect) We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.
- Daily Prompt: Witty
- I’m part of Post A Day 2017
- Location: Blackheath (Australia)