The Imperfect Man – The Poem

Call me a loose cannon,
But I don’t like to walk on eggshells,
Call me reticent,
But I express myself in my own way,
Call me diligent,
But I believe God resides in the minutae;
A maverick,
I might, or might not be,
But I absolutely abhor policing of legal thoughts;
Being less than perfect,
I have my pet peeves which often snowball into bugbears,
And that is what make me perfectly human.
I am a holdover,
But only in transition.