Sorry, I've been busy lately writing papers that I hadn't had time to post up any new poems (old poems). I hope you will like this poem. The next four poems were written when I was in high school, my senior year.
My Perfect World
Walking into the living room
I must get out a broom
Stick to clean suck mess.
It was lookin’ the bess
Of the best after finished.
The kitchen, “oh how blemished
It looked from every corner I saw.
It must be clean that it’s glazing,
But don’t let it be so blazing.
Being and keeping clean should be law.
Everywhere I go, everything has to be neat;
Even when in a car, the seat
I sit on must look as if new.
And my world is only the brew
Of my life of perfectionism.
This is my world of realism.
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