This is serious!
You don't seem to understand,
All the things we do,
To raise the bar and expand.
We'll leave the weaker men behind,
Guess we're heading for a fall.
Bigger, better, blowing our minds!
There's no space,
In our ideal world,
For the strange,
And charming diversity.
It's the end of what we know,
As the world of imperfection.
We all stand trial!
Every colour has its glow,
Because we're masters of correction,
And self-denial!
Whatever you dream about,
We design and materialize.
Down to the last detail,
Our lives in custom sizes.
And if you do not make the grade,
You're excluded from the club.
We have no tolerance,
For the common made!
There's no room,
For cracks in the surface.
We will never settle,
For anything less.
The beginning of the end,
It's so perfectly imperfect.
We all stand trial!
Every person has to mend!
There's no tolerance for defect,
It's self-denial!
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