Tuesday, February 17, 2009


How much is your dénouement worth:
integrity, a cozy berth?
The forfeiture of reason blares
discordant strains, though no one cares
to dampen mandatory mirth
with facts a lowly fool prepares.

Hypocrisy resembles tar
for once you’re in you don’t go far
each move constrained by sticky goo
that constantly pulls down on you
until (despite how glib you are)
you’re in the pit, existence through.


Noah the Great said...

Oh, I love it. Truth.

rch said...