a good friend lent me one of her favorite poetry books, Wistawa Szymborska, Poems New and Collected. I just opened it up to a random page today and found this gem for you:
In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself
The buzzard never says it is to blame
the panther wouldn't know what scruples mean.
When the piranha strikes, it feels no shame.
If snakes had hands, they'd claim their hands were clean.
A jackel doesn't understand remorse.
Lions and lice don't waver in their course.
Why should they, when they know they're right?
Though hearts of killer whales may weigh a ton,
in every other way they're light.
On this third planet of the sun
among the signs of bestiality
a clear conscience is Number One.