DAY 21, POEM 21: TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET AND FILL IN THE REST

Mistakes,
bad mistakes maybe,
in the long run
all shake out.

Even punch-drunk
you learn not to
miss too much:
a sense of smell helps.

Back in the jungle
with the priest,
caring but not caring,
more caring than not.

Is that something
you could live with?
Trying to teach Aristotle
a little decency?

Concerning the power
and the glory,
being fucked over:
a little is to be expected.

It has to be that way,
it's always been that way.
But not too bad,
not too bad.