Yes, I know perfect is an impossibility
But it's covered in compelling smells
Am I now supposed to follow my nose?
That might be the marketing parrot
I will comes out as if it were trite
It has a calamitous bite; how, ever,
Can one see the light and not go
Toward? Sequences demand a position
That changes along with a scheme
For improvement! Exclaims the audience;
Their claps are for their delight, but to
Play for the crowd is to live a loud and
Precious life. Precious sounds like
Precocious, the label you want if you're
To float along with the wings of the
Watching flock. Their direction may be their
South, but what is yours? What is my
North? Compasses are relative to a circle's
Stash of magnets (of course I mean a sphere).
Roman Ryan 