The beast was an innocuous creation 

Perfunctory, robotic movements it made

And throughout learning of love it touched

Its heart was torn, savage rampage

Yet still, no harm could be done

For whatsoever was perfect had to be

Gifted, talented, versatile and intelligent - 

Trapped inside a 2-D world; you see?

This creature was known for its looks

Artificial, malicious, strike-me-down glamour

Enchanted the crowd with its perfect smile

But deep inside, its perfection was just a blur.

For perfect is as perfect gets

Exchanged for pity to attain sham wealth

No one can match it, that must be the truth, but…

Perfection is a flaw itself.