Mr. Perfect & Mr. Right,
But cowardice was your price.
All devotions were delayed,
There was nothing you could face.
Started out with my fiction,
Laughing at a plastic chicken.
One sip of gin and tonic,
Was there room for more toxic?
Pushed everything to its peak,
You never practice what you preached.
Wonder what else could you make,
Apart from this pain in the neck.