Too perfect persons

                            TOO PERFECT PERSONS

I know these perfect persons

Who are precise and cold

Holding the words in as gold

Truly I do not like them

In order not to speak wrong

Never speak at all

In order not to fall

Never run at all

In order not to make mistakes

Never get things done.

Wake up from your slumber

And see that the world isn’t

Meant for the too perfect

Persons that gnash their teeth at those

They see as imperfect

Thinking of this makes me wonder

How their ideas needed in the world

Will ever be unleashed

Since it is held in because

“I am perfect”