Perfectly Flawed

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