There's no such thing as total perfection,
We all strive to be as good as neighbors,
This whole thing is a pointless collection,
All that is wanted from us are labors.
Define what is right, what is accepted,
Corruption has lingered in this grey place
And the man may never be contested
Because the things we the people embrace
Are only valuable to ourselves
And what is vital to him is central
For now I will dangle this from the shelves
Until the issue meets its funeral
And everyone must understand this
Because nothing even truly exists.