Man In All His Glory is Vile

Mystery,
his story shrouded
in mountains or crags,
and we brag
of his tale
male prevail,
sail through hail.
Past veils, rails,
near-missing nails, fails,
hiking trails burdened with litter.

Cleaner to the core,
Mother Nature wants more,
but man must accomplish many a task.
Find a prey, eat it
and cask it,
man does not live in a basket,
enigmatic and drastic
super stretch elastic.

Fornicate with open arms
then denigrate trying palms
with open alms you masticate
and hate, yes hate
you berate the clean
palate of mean
insurmountable evils
on which your spew flows
in morose and ill scented froth
from thine nose...

Know that it is only
because you are human.