Perfection is a double-bladed thought,
To cast the cobwebbed shadows,
superior ticketed booth
To turn sideshow viewing
Into a scripted plot;
But all the crumpled papers
Litter the ground between church corridors,
and tent mountains, wandering alone;
Perfection is wrongly cast characters
Paid in nickels and dimes for running
A one-man circus
For being both the performer and showman,
Accountant and lion tamer,
the multi-faced bold font
In the illusion of perfection being perfection