What does it even mean to be human.

I often
scoff at its glamorized
ideology.

I breathe.  Human tendency.
I cry.  Human tendency.
I screw up.  Human tendency
using excuses to wrong each
other so flawlessly.

great, wonderful, applause applause we
are fabulously
corrupted. 
                                    we are
                beautifully, broken

the way we constantly stretch the truth
only adds to the jagged story line of
us,  jesters.

It's violent.
It's jarring.
It's freakish.
It's entertaining.

What the hell is so goddamned special
about being,
                       human

we are born to
succumb

we are born to
perform

but after it's over,
we wilt into nothing.