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title: Perfectionist lost
description: A poem or screed or song about perfectionism and the ascent (descent) of humankind? only the crows know.
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# [Perfectionist lost](https://broomwatr.com/blog/perfectionist-lost)

 Written by [Broomwatr](https://broomwatr.com/blog/author/broomwatr) | Jan 18, 2025 3:08:35 PM

 

> "can you imagine? the piper comes callin', death comes ballin', i will stop his hand, spread my lips and then tell that reaper-man, to fuck himself, and then, spread arms so wide, scream 'i am free!' just one last time" ...

*I don't know what this is, a song, a poem, a screed (i feel like we need a new musical artform called a Screed, half poem, half rant, all mad and emotional and stuff!). But I feel like we all need to feel less perfect these days. This one came fast, whatever that might mean :)*  
~broomwatr

 

Perfectionist lost  
*by broomwatr*

i am imperfect  
i won't be broken  
i always feel tired  
never 100  
i am imperfect  
i will expire  
when the weight  
pulls the tide  
awash to shore  
on an island alone  
I say these words  
"i am imperfect"

i am imperfect  
i will not waiver  
i will stand taller  
answer the caller  
can you imagine?  
the piper comes callin'  
death comes ballin'  
i will stop his hand  
spread my lips and then  
tell that reaper-man  
to fuck himself  
and then  
spread arms so wide  
scream 'i am free!'  
just one last time  
tell everybody yeah  
i am gone, but hey  
leave the lights on

maybe they will all say

we are imperfect  
so unrefined  
we came alone  
across the ice  
over the seas  
through the caves  
naked creatures  
biding our time  
lost in the trees  
maze undesigned  
we spin the wheel  
swim in the stains  
never fully sure  
from whence we came  
always calling out to  
some perfect beings  
one hundred thousand years  
in a fucking grind  
naturally flawed  
yet here we are  
its still our time  
if we say it  
if we scream it  
maybe we can all  
believe it and say

"i am imperfect"  
sometimes I rage  
feel like a rat  
stuck in a cage  
of my own design  
my own remind  
i am imperfect  
i am imperfect  
say it with me  
i am imperfect  
i won't reach some  
level of perfect  
designed by minds  
infinitely imperfect

we see the cracks  
we share the load  
help the species  
keep in the know  
go find your friends  
while you still have time  
screw all the scars  
show them proud  
dust off the burns  
remove the shroud  
feel the pulse  
our dna yearns  
toward decay  
all on replay  
out in the gray  
whisper it out loud  
or shout to the clouds  
but make sure you say  
"i am imperfect  
we are imperfect  
we are imperfect  
and will always be'"

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