The Perfect Human Most of the extremely intelligent forget to buy flowers. The diligent arrive late. The intensely passionate stumble over their words and lose the meaning. The self-indulgent leave little to be desired, by themselves and the masses. The egocentric forget who they are talking to, every decision made by everyone else concerns them! Most of the apathetic don't remember the reason of why they came and why they went and why they should care. The high strung The frustrated drive away those closest to them. The spirit seekers miss the purpose of what it means to be alive. The jokers don't see the tears on their victims faces. The drunkards miss just about everything. The perfectionist misses out on the fun of making a mistake, forgets to be human. The perfectionist loses sleep. The rebel is ignorant of the satisfaction of order The brave die young amongst the cowards, who are usually stowed away in some domiciled compartment making themselves feel useful by gaining knowledge instead of experience.
| Poem by Michael Miller (USA/ Mexico) Published in Issue 35 of The Ofi Press. |
Michael Miller was born in the USA but has lived in Mexico City for the past few years. He is a playwright, poet and teacher.
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