Truth

Here is one for a fickle nation,
With powers inflicting wills.
Sadly lacking in coagulation,
Of that which could cure its ills.

One basic understanding,
Supported with four little premises.
No under the table demanding,
Of favors by all our nemesis’s.

To keep at bay what all marketers enjoy,
We first must never assume a thing.
Our culture believes PT Barnum’s ploy,
There is a bit of risk when bargaining.

Never take personal anything, I
t’s not always how and what about you.
Holding a grudge and never forgiving,
Lends a life led without a clue.

No matter what the circumstance,
Always try to do your best.
That doesn’t mean each time per chance,
Will be better than the rest.

With your word be impeccable,
Speaking from the heart once begun.
Elevated consciousness sometimes detectable,
The truth can keep us from coming undone.

Perceived entitlement begets the politically correct,
A persecution complex begets zealotry.
No human is expected to be flawless and perfect,
No life to be lived without poetry.