Boy, they're some workers of

Boy, they're some workers of the English language. The whole of their work oozes genius. At present a line I love is:

And if I could gather up the damage that I've rendered in my life,
Place it on a scale and weigh against the damage done that night.
Then it'd be safe to say the weight of all I did and didn't do,
Would surely float against the lightest wrong I ever did to you.