Late to rise.

Ultimately
we all mess it up.
Undoubtedly
we find ourselves wasted
and worn.

I would like to see the man
who never gets it wrong.
Who makes every decision
perfectly and accepts
every compliment
graciously.

Keeps his elbows off the table
and a starched press to his shirt.
Minds his cufflinks and stays
and never has spinach
caught between his teeth
when he smiles at
a pretty girl.

Sometimes I wonder if
I would want to be
him.

Sometimes.

Maybe sometimes.

But mostly
I just sleep in
and try not to let it all
get me down.