The human race Is far from grace; Minds clouded by unreason. Others malice we find vile, But our own brings forth a smile; Our world-view lacks cohesion. Sobriety is hard to find, Few seem to be at ease in mind; We find this life too teasing. Our monkey half Just wants a laugh, And finds hard thought displeasing. To find the truth, To weigh the proof, Defeats our powers of reason. Thus egos clash, And teeth get gnashed, Our vainness needs appeasing.
I've split this into two parts, as the subject shift seemed to warrant.