On Being Human

An educated man came by and talked about humility. And over tea and humblepie I answered with hostility. The tea was gone, so was the pie when someone named Futility joined both of us and told us why we needed serendipity. He was, I'm telling you no lie the picture of civility, 'make peace', he said, 'too soon you'll die', it was a probability. The smart man now let out a sigh, sure sign of his nobility. 'you must not oversimplify, or lose all credibility.' Then God came down, straight from the sky in grand formidability. I asked him when I was to die, he gave me gullibility. He'd brought a giant humblepie and urged to live with dignity. 'If humans would transmogrify we could dispense with deity.'