Humanist Humanest

To err is human. To err again is humaner.

To err again and again and again is humanest.

I am Humanist Humanest, 

lover of mankind, wild type,

though every now and again I fail,

and again and again and again.

But as I began I was being 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 wish for this,

don’t know how it popped in my head.

And now that the car horn has stopped, 

I return to a modified love of Humanity.

Now 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.