The Poet's Complaint

it is addressed thusly:
A lament.
it reads:
That I am irrational
When I get the chance
Is not sufficient rationale
To dismiss my stance.

Leave some grains of sand unturned
Allow uncertainty
Humane things then remain unburned
Man is allowed to be.

I will not excuse my petty wrath
Or defend my own mistakes
Please criticize my wrongful path
So that my soul awakes.

But gardens are not kept aright
By removing rock and wall
For underneath them may alight
Spider, worm and all!

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