Beyond Compare
You are more irregular,
More better
Than the rules they wrote in red.
Your comparisons are doubly pronounced,
Paired like flawed towers,
Constructed
More bolder,
A necessary crack
Or a deliberate breeze
In the walls of your exactitude?
I grate at the mistake,
Yet I adore the flaw,
More lover, less thinker,
Less afraid that I am not perfecter.
So speak of your subversion
In the comparative degree,
Unsettle my more better prejudices,
And I shall sing my reply,
My slips perhaps a gift to you too.