“I DON’T MAKE MISTAKES”
“I don’t make mistakes!”
Hmmmmph!
arrogant, ballsy fraud.
Elitist, cock-sure punk.
The claim
itself a mistake
waiting to humble
the utterer of lies.
Pop the balloon
of ego
(or is it id?).
Beat the
empty piñata
there’s no sweetness within.
Drink the curdled milk
soured by
time in the slow
heat of ignorance.
Remove the clothes
made dirty by
the ejaculation of foolishness.
Wash clean
the soiled
soul.
Rinse the body and
dress it in the clean
fresh clothing of
righteous humility.
Walk out into
the quiet morning of
birdsong
welcoming you
to a new life
where others sing
your praises,
as you practice
patience
for the mistakes
of others,
when they look
fearfully to your
criticism
only to find
the warmth
of the sun,
blue skies of kindness
green grass of compassion
in the welcoming embrace
of
forgiveness and understanding.
... on being and becoming ... 