Perfect people

Their cars are much cleaner
Their shirts are ironed crisp
Their holidays brighter
Their sweet toddlers don’t lisp

They cannot hear you speak
Unless it’s about them
Of smug advice they reek
Should they smell a problem

Even if you’d never
Trade with theirs your lifestyle
Any word they utter
Will crush you for a while

I say keep them at bay
There’s no need to worry
Believe in your own way
And repeat after me:

Perfect people’s insides are filled up with concrete
To contain their demons and forget them through speed