Horns of dilemma

I am cursed with observation,
seeing one’s slightest imperfections,
knowing the powerful beauty in fault,
digesting humanity’s inhumanity,
cataloging the pathos of each freckle,
thus thrust on life’s horns of dilemma,
finding that between the points,
there is only bullshit.

©2013, Donald Harbour

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