The Humanest Humanist

To err is human. To err again is humaner.

To err again and again and again is humanest,

worst in the case of misanthropy.

I am a humanist, a humanest humanist,

because every now and again I fail,

and again and again and again.

As I began to write, for example, 

I was battered by one of our bugger inventions,

the unattended car horn alarm.

It occurred to me then one solution might be

(and this would cure global warming as well

as a number of other known complaints) 

a nuclear winter. 

To be clear: I do not hope for this.

I don’t know why it popped in my head.

Even now that the car horn has stopped, 

I am returning to a general love of Humanity.

But someone just started a gas-powered leaf-blower!

But that has stopped too. It has stopped. It has stopped. 

I love you as much as the next guy.