The Face of Progress is Not Always Beautiful

Progress does not always say "woke up like this". As for possible shaming yada-yadas, over explaining insults readers.

There once was a man who thought
His integrity was intact
The fool that he was, he had thought him ideal
When in fact he had all but tact

He was somewhat of able thought 
There was rarely a question on that
But he had about him the delusion of fitness
By someone who truly was fat

It is no fault of his upbringers,
Neither his education for sure
But he failed to see, although lectured was he,
Lessons not found in literature

Yes, his books had done him real good
He had doubtlessly soaked in them well
But some greater intentions he had he did wrong,
And for that, his misfortune befell 

So in front of a mirror he went;
Gained an insight now no longer new
A reflection so far from ideal; in parts ugly;
Though not incorrigible; true

And that insight now no longer new, 
Caused him one necessary pain
Which despite the complexities misfortunes brew,
An enlightenment utterly plain

Now that one necessary pain,

Took decisively in its stride

The man once so perfect, and freed him thereon

From the fears that he hid with his pride

For that one necessary pain,
Slew decisively with its stride
Such that even if met with resistance so great
Human man could not possibly hide

Come oh sharp inevitable bite!
Come indiff'rent reality!
Come, but bring too the medicine, bitter but sure
That would well be the healing of me

Oh unsightly reflection your might (strength):
An indiff'rent reality!
But by life, I will do all the work I ought do
'Til a better reflection I see