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But should the world be filled with an infection Of perfection? No, to this I say with little flexion. We should only build organs For I view perfect people as gorgons.1 I spectacle flawlessness to be boring Since people could be soaring On their own level of roaring. Organs are fine, But I can see a sign When I rather drink some wine To forget all the darkness this would shine. We got the master plan From some guy in a van With a tan. For all I know. I like the magic of snow To flow The way it grows. I read a book No, it was not about a cook. It creeps me out Without a doubt. People must be big nerds If they can make human birds. I like When the Wind Blows.2 The story shows What happens when we take off our clothes And reveal the darkness that dozes Beneath our toes. We got the master plan for chaos. Footnotes: 1. Any of three winged sister monsters having live snakes for hair; a glance turns the beholder to stone. 2. When the Wind Blows is written by James Patterson. It is about a genetically created human bird girl. |