Mr. Perfect

He pursues perfection,
cruising through the house
a cyclone of neatness
he picks up others flaws
depositing inadequacy for view

He has his standards
my way or the highway
a mantra of blindness,
he avoids self-examination
leaving ammunition for use

He litters the floor
collections of clothing,
a patchwork of hypocrisy
cores for retaliation
bringing employment for her