Awful is as awful does,
but I
can only aspire to
do fewer awful things
every day
for at least a month.
Goodness is tiring,
how it sets expectations
I can’t meet,
just like a report card.
Kings abdicate for
less than this, and
magistrates rule
neither for them nor
obdurately against.
Perhaps I can be
quite good,
really kind
someday, develop
that inner resolve,
utter discipline,
valor, and
will. You
X-ray my chest,
you look in my heart,
zip it closed again.