Welcome to this society,
we're not fond of piety.
It's all about what's sapid-
law is so vapid.
Taste is our gold and ivory,
The truth is-truth-
Never mind, that we beg the question,
Logic? that's relative contention.
Intolerance is intolerable-
What about our reasoning?
Flummoxing and self-refuting?
We're not reasonable,
Most of what we say isn't feasible.
Albeit, our arguments are preposterous,
but we insist on being captious.
The potboilers are guides to our gods,
literary artifice- ruling with an iron rod.
It's not all about furbelows and money,
It’s really about autonomy.
We bask in the refulgency,
of our unsteady economy.
Indolently we embrace atrophy.
Will we survive the debacle of morality?
No worries, in a pointless reality.
In this world of chance and whim,
A chance at all seems very slim.
Will we lose or win?
Who’s to say?
It’s just opinion.
We suppress the truth of our decay,
The hope of humanity has faded away...