To kill a perfect man

Perfect! Perfection!
What was that you said?
Or ... was it … perfect perfection!?
I cringe at the utterance!

Tell me of a perfect place,
Promise me a perfect experience,
Show me a perfect girl ...
And I might just dig your grave; 

A shallow grave,
So the dogs may dig you out ...
And eat what’s left ...

What is perfection, query I, but a life un-lived?
What is it, but lessons learned not?
What is it, but experiences cheated out of?

Show me the perfect man,
And I will keep my distance;

Arms length - then a mile ...
A wide berth will I give;

For - friend - what joys there lie,

In imperfection!
What stories to tell ...
Of trial and tribulation;

Then triumph and trouncing ...

What lessons to learn, there-from!
Of falling, of failing, of fighting ...
Of fates fearlessly faced ...
Of deaths escaped, and loves won ...

Only the imperfect man,
Has wounds to lick upon victory;
The perfect man ... no, he never went to war!

For, friend, isn't the dawn only beautiful, 

Because it follows the dusk?

Isn't the dawn mostly welcome;

When it peels away the night’s dark skin?

Isn't the truth only precious ...

Because it unmasks the lie?

Isn't the rising only glorious because,

Gently, it dusts our soiled coats -

Tell me, friend, would you have an eternal smile upon my face?

Isn't this smile only beautiful;

Because you know how ugly my frowns can get?

Come now, tell me ...
Tell me...