The Perfect American

Well he drives his shiny car,
That slick Mercedes Benz,
His three story brick
More than makes amends.

His hair is neatly combed,
And his tie is knotted tight.
A subtle pair of sunglasses
Reflects a pestering light.

Clean-shaven, he's a stand up guy
Doing his duty for the corporate kings.
He wears a smile of true happiness,
Patriotism the song he knows and sings.

His home is bland, yet appreciatedly so,
After all, a standard is made to be met.
There's no need to over achieve
When the minimum is what they expect.

He's never been in trouble,
Not even a simple parking violation,
He is a model for his peers,
A perfect symbol for his nation.

He loves his country, though at times
He feels a sort of emptiness within.
Yes, he lives the life, he plays the part;
He is the perfect American.