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