The Rightitude Of Wrongitude Poem by Graham Fowell

A zillion bits of DNA
Copied without glitch,
Would not produce diversity
Or evolution, which…

…changes every living thing
From here to Timbuktu,
A slip-up in genetic code
Makes me different from you.

Despite this cosmic proven law,
Which has worked since time began,
We're taught from birth to ‘get it right',
Be as perfect as you can.

But if biology can replicate
With this divine mistake,
Why should we strive to get ‘get it right'?
We've been shown the path to take.

Embrace the ‘happy accident',
It may show you the way
To take a road you hadn't planned
And see the light not just the day.

Caricaturists take this road,
And distil your face in ink.
"That doesn't look like me" you cry,
It's a mistake or so you think.

But that wrong line was by design,
Enlarging nose or brow.
It portrays the cosmic principle,
You see - you're laughing now!

The straight and narrow path we're taught,
Is man's attempt by man,
To build a flawless edifice,
But don't sign up to this plan.

Like Robert Graves' Butterfly,
With honest idiocy of flight,
Follow the Sat Nav of the stars,
It's sometimes wrong to get it right.