Imperfection

by Radim Spicar   Feb 8, 2007


Of all the men, that walk the Earth
why has THIS one caused the curse?

Why does she love him, make me rot?
And does she know, he's smoking pot?

Of all the faults he could have had...
why not some other fault instead?

Why have the one I so despise,
and one of so enormous size?

Grave for me, but she wont mind
she forgives sins of every kind.

I'm so afraid, she'll get involved
instead of getting problems solved.

But got a feeling, 'heps a vision,
that she will make the right decision.

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