The Perfect Man
Suited in his charismatic character
He always has his chin up
Tied up with his principles
His ears glitter with understanding
With sleeves cuffed in time and oaths
He is warm but never comfortable in his achievements.
Not forgetting his selfless napkin
The perfect man values his shoes
For He is responsible for our history
But you see that's all on the surface
The perfect man is first human
He feels, he breathes and bleeds just like us
Anger is what nourishes his beard
Insecurities brighten his eyes
Mistakes limit his hair
Fear exposes his dirty nails?
His toxic liver bleaks his speech
Guilt darkens his lungs
Immorality leaves scars on his skin
But still he is perfect to the world. Why?
The perfect man is a warrior
He always stands tall
He always owns up and forever moving forward.
He remains unshaken on his path
Never afraid to fall on his knees to confess
He becomes the human we all want to be
He sacrifices his rights for our blind judgment.
The ones who see this tear out some pages from his book
Not to hide the truth but to give hope to a fallen world
Hope to a species that resembles everything about the creator except weak disappointment.
The perfect man with his hands wide open offers us another chance even though he wasn't given one.
He is our hero.
Toast to the perfect man.