i looked up at that perfect man   his long golden hair   his fair and flawless face   his beautiful mustache   he had such grace   he had such grace      i felt his more than perfect arms   so slender yet strong   his fine and faultless hands   the right one wore a silver ring   and gave imperious commands   and gave commands      so sure he seemed   so together and complete   like no man i've ever known   i was dazzled   i was thrown by his strong   persuasive style   and his sweet   self-centered smile      i looked up at that perfect man   and everything came clear   we're not what we appear   perfection is the lie   that covers up the fear   we unsuccessfully try   to hide away      and not once did i cheat   and look down at his feet   knowing they would be grey   and they   would be   made of   clay