The Art Of Correctness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The art of correctness,
To leave zero defects...
Not suspected or detected,
By another.
Takes a master in love,
With that kind of mental pressure.
A pressure that walks between,
Madness and sanity.

And one with this obsession who starves,
For that perfect affection to get...
From someone else totally unaware of it.
Or of being inspected to may be rejected...
Because one hair on their head,
Does not stay to lay in place.
And surprised a microscope is used,
To confirm it.

'I knew it.'

~You knew what? ~

'You are not that disciplined.
And you thought I could be fooled.'