I am perfectly flawed
With my Elvis smile
Crooked for a while
When you take a photo I run a mile

I am imperfection at its best
Better yet
I don't stress
You can put me to any test
As long as it's not hard, my request

I don't even think I know how to dress
My fashion's whack
I think I lack
I went to the store and got shaft

You can call it as you may
But as of today
I don't care
Imperfection is me, I declare
And you should know, it's only fair
Before I take your breath away with my air
It wasn't me, I swear
It was the next guy giving you the stare
Okay, you got me, it was my flare
It's not nice not to share

It's time for me to go
This poem has turned me into a troll
Cause imperfection has got me on a roll
I know somewhere I'll have to pay a toll
For taking your time away from control