Perfection’s Dirty Secret

Perfection’s Dirty Secret

Perfection is an infection that curses the mind

I’m not one of those that take it round

Order from the god of Hades and the asylums of mankind

It undermines and destroys the good’s hallowed ground

Perfection is the insistent emotion of what must be found

It forces the false notion that there’s a greater good, absolutely sound

Commits to casualties that’s understood

How else to obtain perfection in the wood?

But to the grotesque believing it to be burlesque

The ideological savage seeing itself as Babbage

Utopian sycophants gone psycho in a pantomime of delinquents

The greater good is a lie, perfection’s equivalent

How to combat this diabolical contract?

To do your best and what’s in your own rational self-interest

Embrace the chaotic vector highway

Nature’s resolution that ultimately wins anyway