Marley=Nothing=Perfect

this is Marley
Marley is this
he has no hands
so he can't make fists
he'll never abandon you
he has no feet
he knows not of truth
he knows not of deceit
he's lacking in lips
he's a stranger to hurt
if you holler at him
he will not be alerted
you couldn't sit on him
you'd fall to the ground
and because he is silent
you can't mock his sound
he knows not of distance
he has little comprehension
you never would tug him
in any dimension
he cares not about
how his hair looks each day
he'll never demand you
he'll never decay
he takes up no space
he does not complain
he has not a face
he knows not his name

my purpose in writing this is to get it through your thick head
that the bestest anything one can be is more than dead