I Correct That

I correct that which has strayed from the path
I boast perfection and false quality
Childrens’ toys-
I must have fixed them, too.

I color to your needs,
though I color myself
figures line down streets to see
as others already do.

Each outcome is the same;
stable perfection dotes upon wanting

Hailed doves reflect
only beauty inbred
costing food, costing shelter

Living marked off
my work reaches the grave
I am solidarity where only rot lies.