Sonnet for Flawless Imperfections

Sun, 02/08/2015 - 15:11 -- danielk

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United States
45° 3' 10.0188" N, 93° 22' 52.302" W

Pay no heed to the pretentious standards.

Low-class, high-class, nothing! In other words-

A worthless ladder of pity and pride.

How well are those on the pitiful side?

They certainly aren't with those in the stars.

Not in deep space with Mercury or Mars.

The best of pride are there. Come, join, don't hide.

Conform with the rest, flow with prideful's tide.

 

High I must jump, past the clouds in the sky.

Like a fool I ask why: "You can't be shy!"

Rise above and be with the rest of us."

I would much rather hit them with a bus.

Confidence; my ability to fly

Flawless is me, that special kind of guy.

 
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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