Without any moral compass

You’ll never really know

How and when your life is gonna change

Until you reach a point

That you’ll never be able to exchange

The actions we define

Living words of our poetic tale

Are told to us in memory

Remembered before our last exhale

If we continue to live a life

Without any self reflection

Ignoring any signs

That present themselves upon our inspection

Changing the course we set

Without any moral compass

Will likely result in the ambiguity

This misguided group is our alumnus


The Ministry of Truth

When you outlaw satire

By definition you become tyranny’s Pandora’s box

To control all and any opposition

An Ipso Facto: Paradox

When freedom of speech

Must be politically correct

All measure of common sense

We must now disinfect

“The world has become too absurd to be satirized”

GK Chesterton in 1911

Turning reality into a parody of itself

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, all good children go to heaven