Nobody is perfect.
Certainly not me.
But my quest is unending,
To be better than I was yesterday.
Kinder.
Not sure if my Martyr Complex,
Is still dead.
Double tapped as it was,
With a shotgun.
I’m no messiah.
Not a prophet.
Shitty monk,
Streetcorner philosopher,
Maybe.
Pygmalion Complex wreck.
Martyr Complexes.
