STANDARDS.

Don’t squander your conscience
On causes once thought important,
Save it for those painful days when possibilities,
And the disastrous marks they make,
Rain all around you and confound your moral compass,
Leading you astray,
Venturing you to ends once thought centered,
And tempting your applause.

Be brave with your morals
When woodland fungus multiplies
Outside of its natural habitat’s compound,
And surrounds you with cupped hands,
Begging for the sands of your life to slip through them,
And approve of them
Because of the quality of their volatile
And violent outlines.

And be true with your views
In the face of the multitude of new ones
That flew once the world digitised its itches,
And scratched your back
In the hope you would respond in kind,
Instead of bearing these scars
As a testimony to how deep life’s lonely and eager
Greediness has bitten.