The worst person I know
Lives in his crooked mind
His logic is not straight
His patterns are not kind
Pathos hangs around him
But he doesn't seem to care
He takes perceptions others have
And throws them to the air
The worst person I know
Is inclined to be improved
But instead of stepping forward
He resists the urge to move
The worst person I know
Holds his doubt, assurance, fear
And puts them in a little vault
That is transparent, clear
I'm grateful I don't know anyone
Who isn't there in full
I'm grateful I don't know anyone
Not anyone at all
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