In Vain
You must have seen that toddler walk into the room,
The greatest counterargument to all fastidiousness
In taste, in manners, mopping your stern premises
With a clumsy kiss that lacks all social grace
And lures all hearts into unanimous approval.
So what was all the fuss about? I hear a solemn
Soap bubble was at stake, and four men’s reputation
For standing by their vows and dying for their visions.
Sentiments with life enough? Whoever has
A candy will win, while others swallow sophistic phlegm
And relish the slurping joy of a little gnome who’s shut
Its eyes and ears once more to moral implications.
