Absolutely Perfect, and Nothing Less

There once was a town that time forgot
On the outskirts of a lovely city
It had people and houses, buildings, the whole lot
Citizens who would never receive pity
From that loving city
Rather, stand by and watch them rot

In this town, there lived a man
He was known widely as an inventor
Though he could not recall how that began
He settled for the best, never the inferior
As cunning as he was malicious, this inventor
He initiated his biggest plan

What he would do would impress
All who would see his creation
It would be breathtaking, amazing, and flawless
And he would be filled with elation
To make the perfect human, his creation
Absolutely perfect, and nothing less

Calculations began, all mapped out
For all had to go as he intended
He could work night and day, without a doubt
Always worried a little, his notes he read and reread
The plan was ending like he intended
But what he saw next caused him to shout

What had gone wrong so badly…
That he was now gazing at a hideous being?
A horrid face, spots covering the body
It, he could hardly stand seeing
How could he have created this being?
At once, he had to rid himself of this debris

The being became aware
It was breathing, it was living
At its creator it did stare
The inventor started screaming
“You deserve not to be living!”
And killed it before it could even feel despair

The little town had never been so stricken
A body found dead, that of a child
Nothing unusual about her, not even aged ten
Her small face was freckled, her brown hair tangled wild
And would never know the innocence of being a child
But there is no use in thinking of what could have been