Sanctimony Sonnet

Am I happy being right all the time?

Does this certitude make me feel better?

(Certainty’s a higher pay grade than mine

Remember, opinions our souls just fetter)

So, as wittily as possible, we

Try to tear down others’ Peoples thinking;

It’s mostly for our vanity, see

(•Ecclesiastes• described our shrinking)

So we squeeze onto righteousness’ bus

Rush Hour, in traffic: sanctimonious

We defend our banal opinions: tough

(It is for identity that we thrust)

We’ve completely forgotten who we are

By staring down Smart-Phones hand-held st

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s