The cover says it all, but I’ll say more. Mike Sasso writes in simple declarative sentences (for the most part) because that’s the best way to get a point across. Does he ask rhetorical questions? Sometimes. And he also makes the occasional typographical error. But that’s hardly the point. Or maybe it’s the whole point. Mistakes, errors, screwing up. The book is called Being Human, after all. Screwing up is what we do best — a theme Sasso riffs on throughout this volume of poetry. Topics like religion, marriage, education, racial discrimination — he touches on them all. And he does so, to borrow a phrase, in a voice without restraint. In a voice, moreover, that reminds me of Kurt Vonnegut. And George Carlin. Yet a voice that is ultimately his own… Honest, forthright, direct, and to the point.