The Perfect Boy Never Is.

At the edges of a cracked High School society
he sits
the comic book glaze in his eyes and
bullet, switchblade, revenge
He's alone out here
Wonder Woman wet dreams
He'd rather be dead.
But he just pushes his glasses higher and...
Turns
Another
Page

And if he's all you ever wanted
If he's all you think you need
You should know that
The Perfect Boy
Never is.

In the same wretched place
is he
The notches in his bedpost gaping
Popular, football, prom king appearance
Surrounded, to his enjoyment
Empty, ill-thought beings
He's an idiot
But you can't hear that because he
Glances
Your
Way

And if he's all you ever wanted,
If he's all you think you need
You should know that
The Perfect Boy
Never is.