A-holes

My father, complex, yet now understood, His behavior was shaped by his neighborhood. He called them "A-holes," and they called him the same, But the environment was really the one to blame. From giant beasts to tiny bugs in a dance, Our behaviors are dictated, not left to chance. Imagine a world with less conflict and fights, Understanding our actions, seeing the lights. "A-holes" bring humor, a show to the stage, But empathy and patience, could lead to less rage. So cheers to the "A-holes," amusing as they be, May their environments change, setting them free. For we are reflections, mere products of space, Finding our understanding in this human race.