Freakazoid
Beware of
perfection, that plot against imperfection
Masochists
that ruled this world trying to eliminate dereliction
The same
taskmasters who created the evil called duty
Surely
they were ugly and rejected by beauty
Ideal was
their sweet and tempered opponent
Always
seeing the glowing bright and refusing sacrament
This
meant war as happy and light was sugary spice
No bitter
or sandpaper peppery dry rice
Along
came the control freakazoid battalion
Always
shaking from obeying the dominant father stallion
Run as
far away from these loonies into the boonies
For they’re
perfectionists and demand unhappiness
Self-critical
is overrated and its best to forgo self-doubt
Coming to
terms with the reality called humanity, is a preferable route
Can you
think? – Well so can I and its results are my happiness
Run just
ahead of the freakazoids and you’ll laugh all the way to Loch Ness
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