Cave Guy Gotta Go

That one that we like least, is first beheld upon our stage,
a member of our cast. We move to chuck him out, then go
our merry way. When he remains untouched, this makes for rage.
We strut as if perfect, and quite unfit for blame, and so

project our inner bad guys out on other folks. That way
we stay exempt from being fingered, owner of the flaw.
The fact that evil starts with us, and we inflict our fray,
on collateral innocents, should make us want to saw

that nasty part of us. We fight the devil to a draw,
when we admit to where the pique of angst first began.
To tell the truth on you should be your goal. To hear your jaw
speak forth essential knowledge of your Soul, kills the caveman.