To Err Is Human

I will walk away and wait, or pick, prod, poke, plot.

I will laze and lounge, or exert until it really hurts.

I will be zen, and I will be overdriven, whichever is worse.

I prefer to fill out forms by spending three months on the first,

But I'll swear up a storm as I'm driving to church.

I am an adaptable chameleon riding a rainbow of self-destruction.

I am a mule of a man–I think of my way, not solutions.

I spent the first twenty years of my life chasing girls. Unfit,

I started young, I retired late, and I never got good at it.

My adventures in laughing at my own mistakes continue.

That is why I am still alive.