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The trouble with being perfect


09.28.14 Posted in today's words by

Paul Goldberg’s most recent poem to appear here was Silly Sammy (October 2013).

The trouble with being perfect
By Paul Goldberg

Perfect, that’s me. Every test I ever took, never had to read the book.
Perfect in every way. So difficult to be this way.
Learned to cha cha overnight. Learned to sky dive in one flight.
Have perfect pitch and perfect sight.
I don’t know how, it just all seems right.
Got no answer to why it’s so. I’m just the best that I know.
Hey, who’s that knocking at my door?
What’s that mother? What did you say?
I missed the bus? My dog ran away?
Oy. It’s just another day.

 



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