Dear stars,
How oddly bold and brutally true the title of this post is, isn’t it?
Alas it is the forbidden truth.
A truth too jagged for classrooms, too raw for boardrooms, too real for a system obsessed with smiles and silence.

So once you do read it
Do let me know if I’ve malfunctioned.
Because if I were you,
I’d read every word twice.

Now the rest?
It’s up to you.

NOTE : -

Oh and please, excuse me for adding the 'fucking' in perfection.

I mean, how improper does that sound, doesn't it? Cursing is so not perfect, ew. Nonetheless, you'll understand, and if you don't? I am not changing it anyway; it's there for a reason, dear one, and that reason I implore you to seek it with your wonderful, curious, and alive (I sure do hope so) mind. And well, if you can't just yet, don't worry. I won't explain it because you'll get there, eventually.

:)

🖤 perFUCKINGfection

(The Lullaby of the System’s Malfunction)

A system that glorifies being dead inside,
A society built on sadistic creations.
They only want perFUCKINGfection.

Fiction is real.
Real is fiction.
A 92 is bad. A 99 is good.
Nothing is ever best.

Real dedication is fed to negligence.
Real admiration is given to hypocritical nations.
This society, this world, these people, these systems
Create these wars, full of suffocation.

These rules, leaders, and ginormous empires
Don’t even carry out their simplest functions.
But the system they’ve built
Is based on perFUCKINGfection.

No, it doesn’t matter
Whether you’re living in desperation,
Out of bloody frustration,
In this soulless repression —
Because here,
It’s only perFUCKINGfection.

The spirit is made to swallow devastation.
Our veins are wires. Our hearts; simulations.
We kneel before 'gods' with masked faces,
Worshipping applause, likes, and validations.

The corruption, indoctrination,
Manipulation, deception
The fabrication of creation
Has only led to destruction.

Here’s a little confession:
This obsession they have with us?
It’s only for regulation.

They don’t want people.
They want puppets in rotation.
Glassy eyes.
Tamed minds.
Filtered emotions.

Because in the end,
Imagination, inspiration, emotion, intention, and liberation
Are treated like temptations.
Unreal. Dangerous.
Too human to be trusted.

And of course,
They only want perFUCKINGfection.

So forget your salvation.
It will only lead to collision.
Perfection is not just perception
It’s the illusion they’ve been feeding us
Since the cradle,
Since the screen,
Since the silence in between.

They built mansions on our exhaustion.
They buried innocence in institutions.
And sold us peace in pill-shaped solutions,
Making us walk on faulty bridges of oppression.

This isn’t life.
It’s production.
A factory of flesh chasing validation.
A mausoleum dressed in innovation.
A school of 'thought' draped in illusion.

Because here,
It’s only
perFUCKINGfection.

And in truth, my dear
That is the horrendous malfunction.

🪐 The Prelude to perFUCKINGfection:

Well… that was intense.
But surely, you must agree?
Would you not, dear star?

Or maybe you’re thinking
“Oh, she’s just blabbering nonsense. She’s lost it.”

Take this as a warning.
Or a sign.
Or foresight.

But don’t just take it.
It’s already our reality, isn’t it?

God, I’ve become so interrogative and speculative, haven’t I?
SEE. I did it again.

Anyway.

Wake up, you fools.

This is not a poem.
It’s a scream smothered by textbooks, timelines, and filtered smiles.
A truth you feel in your bones when you're too awake to pretend.

perFUCKINGfection is the lullaby they sing to keep us silent.
And this piece?
It is the malfunction.

For every soul suffocating under systems that sell illusion as salvation:
This is yours.

Read this not as a mere poem,
But as evidence.

Of what they built.
Of what it costs.
Of what it feels like to live in a world
Where perfection is disguised poison.

This isn’t poetry.
It’s the malfunction of this messed up system.

Finally,

They feed you fear wrapped in promises,
And then call it protection.

Lesson one: Never trust a system that smiles while it’s tightening the noose.

I'd like to end it with this iconic truth -

“And remember kids, the next time that somebody tells you, "The government wouldn't do that,"Oh yes they would.”

― Wendigoon

Until then my loves,

With the most 'perfect' love I can muster,

XOXO,

MYM <33