An ideal human being, too
The highest zenith of God's plan
For what we ought to be; a true
Apotheosis of our kind;
The best and brightest of us all;
The gentlest person you could find
In virtue, great, in vices small;
He might be all we all should be
In every way that we aspire;
Adonis' constabulary
The pinnacle of all desire
Yet all these virtues still would cease
From socialization as police.
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