The Perfect Woman Searching For The Perfect Man
The Simple Life
Do you have a few moments,
For just a little drivel,
As our planet continues,
To orbit, tremble, and swivel?
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Why did the chicken cross the road,
On such a beautiful day?
Was it merely fate,
Or was it fowl play?
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Is congress actually progress,
When it hardly has a plan,
When if in charge of deserts,
We’d surely run out of sand?
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How can modern man,
Make any substantial advance,
When certainty eludes him as,
Learning is not obtained by chance.
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She placed an ad for her charms.
She only wanted the simple life.
Traveling the Earth and beyond,
As the simple man’s simple wife.
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He placed his ad like she.
He was ready to settle down.
Had they both built their mansions,
On sand and shaky ground?
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He was a pillar of the community,
A financial success, no doubt.
She exemplified a perfection,
That perfect man could not be without.
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She peaked his anxiety with her piety.
She would be the perfect wife.
They’re simply traveling the Earth,
Trying to live the simple life.
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Ah…the simple life!
They hiked Nepal in summer.
They skied the Alps in the winter,
Because Vail was such a bummer.
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At long last they were complete.
Each had the perfect mate.
Each ate their simple meals,
With a silver spoon and golden plate.
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Isn’t it just a ruse,
A very clever façade?
And what if we are to serve,
A merciful, benevolent God?
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Questions for this universe,
Persist, surround, and linger.
Do Gorillas have big nostrils,
Just because they have big fingers?
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Is the giraffe’s neck so long,
Just to reach its head?
And why use so many words,
When nothing substantial is said?
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How complex is simplicity?
Should we strive for complexity instead?
For to truly live the “simple life”,
One needs a lot of bread.
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~Micky Dee~
…04-14-13…
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The Perfect Woman
She wanted a real man,
To lavish love she so deserved.
A man whose very existence,
Hinged on her every word.
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A real man to hold her hand,
Whose sole being rests,
On this real woman,
With reconstructed silicone breasts.
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With false eyelashes,
Stiletto heals, and designer jeans,
She longs for the perfect man,
With few words and a lot of means.
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She wanted a real man,
To long for her collagen lips,
And yearn for her augmented,
Implanted, padded hips.
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Her perfect hair and make-up,
Exemplify perfect class.
She must be the perfect woman,
Searching for the perfect ass.
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~Micky Dee~
…04-14-13…
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