Drunk Diamond

Nobody’s perfect.

That should be the whole poem,

however,

some assembly may be required,

like,

don’t pay attention to that gaping

hole over there…

or,

how many more years does a

glazed doughnut have?

That’s the problem:

simple is simply better…

Occam’s tape measure.

I drank so many years

sober’s just as good 

the rest is coda