"I have had it with perfection.

I have packed my bags,

I am out of here.

Gone.

As certain as rain

will make you wet,

perfection will do you in.

It droppeth not as dew

upon the summer grass

to give liberty and greenjoy.

Perfection straineth out

the quality of mercy,

withers rapture at itsbirth.

Before the battle is half begun,

cold probity thinks

it can't be won, concedes the

war.

I've handed in my notice,

given back my keys,

signed my severance check, I

quit.

Hints I could have taken:

Even the perfect chiseled form of

Michelangelo's radiant David

squints,

the Venus de Milo

has no arms,

the Liberty Bell is

cracked."

-Kilian McDonnell - Perfection, Perfection