Perfect In Every Sense Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

Picture this guy
He was consoling me
because I was so upset
over the death of his sister

He assured me that
his sister was much better off six feet under
because, her husband had treated her
and the rest of his family so badly
He had never had a good word to say to any of them
He had a bad temper etc. etc.

I looked at him askance
He treated his family equally badly
He never had a good word to say to any of them
He had a fowl temper etc. etc.
So, by that criteria
shouldn’t he have taken a running jump - long ago?

Not so
He wouldn’t have agreed with that theory
He never held a mirror up to himself
and was therefore
wholly confident that he
was perfect in every sense!