Infernal disdain and abysmal refrain,
I reel from your constant perfectionist ways.
This, I explain today again, like other days,
Yet you are unable to abstain.
You’re disarmingly neat, yet grossly vain,
And everyone is annoyed by you
Because you are always in review.
The truth explained is so readily made plain
That your house is not perfect,
That your speech is broken,
That your writing is full of conflict,
That your love is just spoken,
Because everything you touch is far from great.
Today, I walk away from your debate.