perfect flow

perfect day even when
our company is as horty torty as they come
and our weather is wearing a grey smock

and perfect meeting even when
it lingers for hours undying
and it serves little purpose on a plurality of fronts

and prefect meal even when
it lacks that spectacle such cuisine celebrates
and it suffers from harsh critics of pompous attitudes

and prefect conversation even when
it does anything to lull me to a sleepy comfort
and I ride on edge waiting for the city’s boundary to arrive

so why mess with this scenario,
were things going so smoothly you harbered resentment
that life doesn’t flow the way today did?