This is the ode to imperfection.
To the truth that lies in the single section
of the mind in which the spiders crawl
and cling dusty webs to the wall.

Do you know what perfection is?
The disease that contaminates his
and her minds with the lies
that should be left to the flies.

This is the ode to you.
The whore begging forgiveness at the pew,
the buxom beauty looked down upon for her weight,
the estranged child so filled with hate.

This is the ode to you.
The multicoloured hair - every hue,
the alcoholic buried in booze,
the OCD'd who only counts by twos.

This is the ode to you.
The brain that doesn't have a social clue,
the drug addict, to the world around him blind,
the schizophrenic trapped in his own mind.

This is the ode to you.
Believe every word I say is true,
because you're beautiful, and our dreams unfurled
in imperfection make the world.