Perfection

You stand there with your chiseled abs and bulging chest

not that big, but big enough

lies the wrapping of sugar-coated skin that glisten even on a night like this, 

rain and cloudy

Face that bears resemblance to the kid every auntie dream of,

"if only he's my child"

doesn't necessarily make you mum proud,

definitely make your dad chauvinistically content,

Imagine the time with them, like lillies in a wild pond, the ponds surrounding the lilies, and lilies does not budge.

What a movement,..

Seamless with edginess that find everybodies longing only longing, never fulfilled

Never, not if ur his type

What a movement, it's only the worthy has the mean to reach for the prize,

the prize....

Do not meditate,

asshole!

Makes me wanna puke, you asshole,

I hate you not because you insulted me, but because the green mud is thicker than the hard wax that i apply on my hair,

you S.O.B!

I only wanted to have a good breath, 

Lord I ain't looking for perfection