Since nothing we intend is ever faultless,
and nothing we attempt ever without error,
and nothing we achieve without some measure
of finitude
and fallibility
we call humanness,
Unless it is that bastard in the Lexus
who cut me off on Highway 99,
then there is no better purpose for my mind
than wrath
and irritability.
So I'll pass the treacherous,
Since nothing we intend is ever faultless,
and nothing we attempt ever without error,
and nothing we achieve without some measure
of finitude
and fallibility
we call humanness,