Matthew Petranovich

Rookie - 52 Points (5/11/93 / Utah)

Mr. Perfect - Poem by Matthew Petranovich

Here is Mr. Perfect
over here,
he makes money
by drinking beers.
He's a millionaire,
will no reason to
care.
His kids are being
baby sat by a nanny,
and all the he does is
sit on his fanny.
He has nice cars,
he goes to bars,
he doesn't even have
a scar.
He didn't have any
struggles in life.
He's never thought
about slicing his neck
with a knife.
Because he's Mr.
Perfect,
anyone can see,
would you want to
be him?
Probably.
But then again
what's the point
of life,
without struggle
and no pain,
what would you gain,
throughout your life?
No I'm not Mr. Perfect,
and I hope all never be.
Because without mistakes,
would I be me?


Comments about Mr. Perfect by Matthew Petranovich

  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (11/8/2014 1:56:00 AM)


    A great thoughtprovokin poem against the materialistic over mercenary stinkin rich man. U build it up in awesome rhyming. But the knife line was too harsh for softy me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2012



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