Without a Flaw
Without a flaw, the world would yaw,
and capsize on its inflection.
Without a flaw, your perfect jaw,
would jut in the wrong direction.
Without a flaw, the sea would saw,
and cut through superstition.
To be at awe, through thick and thaw,
is thy predilection.
The flaw is real. It's like a keel,
on a ship of its own disruption.
So if perchance, you're flawed at dance,
enter the competition.
Quick on the draw, with pen strokes raw,
a dice for the right diction.
There oughta be a law against a flaw,
in common sense perception.
But law is law and flaw is flaw,
once married become perfection.
Don't try to read anything into this nonsense....