mrs. perfect
i am perfection in intellection
don't you believe me?
when you see the paper they send home
surely then you'll see!
i'm hardworking, kind, and honest;
all the words that buzz like bees
but i just can't seem to find purpose;
shouldn't perfect be a breeze?
if i've worked so hard and strained my skull
why is the future i built so dull?
if i molded the world in my ivory hand
and still i can't do anything ample or grand
then maybe i'm not what they told me
from day one to six-thousand and two
maybe she's not mrs. perfect,
but maybe she's going to be.
© Molly Kay
don't you believe me?
when you see the paper they send home
surely then you'll see!
i'm hardworking, kind, and honest;
all the words that buzz like bees
but i just can't seem to find purpose;
shouldn't perfect be a breeze?
if i've worked so hard and strained my skull
why is the future i built so dull?
if i molded the world in my ivory hand
and still i can't do anything ample or grand
then maybe i'm not what they told me
from day one to six-thousand and two
maybe she's not mrs. perfect,
but maybe she's going to be.
© Molly Kay