An ode to all of those in political life who have the joy of waking every morning in the full knowledge that they not only have the solution to every issue but are committed to sharing it on social media.
BALDERDASH PERFECTIONIST
By David Palethorpe
Oh what a load of balderdash
The self-proclaimed perfectionists talk
Who do they think they really are
Definitely delusional for sure
“Look at me, look at me”
Their ego scream and shout
I’m the perfect perfectionist
I’m always, always right
So don’t ever disagree with me
Or you will be left out
They’ll measure every comma twice,
And polish words until they gleam,
Then miss the point completely—
Perfection’s just their dream.
They worship rules and rituals,
They bow to their own creed,
But never see the irony
That flawlessness is greed.
They’ll judge the world from pedestals
Of virtue made of glass,
Then crack when life reminds them
Perfection doesn’t last.
For while they chase their spotless crown,
The rest of us just live —
Imperfect, yes, but honest hearts
With more to take and give.
So let them chase their perfect dream,
Their mirror-smooth illusion,
While we, the real, will laugh and learn
Through glorious confusion.
For life’s not built on faultless plans
Or spotless reputations —
It’s lived in all the messy bits,
And humble imperfections.
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