There is always forgetting

There is always forgetting

To hinder the truthteller,

The intention of well-meaning

As self-interest trumps ethics.

Nobody questions a barefaced lie

Delivered by an honest face

Just another day on the fence.

We spend so long moving our bowels

There is no time left for an early start

To the process of hand washing

One step removed from wringing

But no closer to taking responsibility

For the state of play.

The Age of Reason

Was never meant to be an end game.

Whatever is meant by progress

When the only improvement

Lies in the margin.

There is nothing artificial

About Intelligence

Unless it is illegally obtained.

The offset of my carbon is contained

Within the context

Of a deep breath,

A release of natural gas

A sigh of acceptance

A silent prayer

Even for the atheist.

The agnostic is always doubtful

Of the outcome

But ever willing to stand by

As the ship goes down

Confident the lifeboat

Will contain sufficient room

For the carefully prepared,

Philosophical discussion

With a foreword by Descartes

On the why’s and wherefore’s

Of Existence.

It is in the nature of things,

All things come to pass

And I am left to question my own standpoint

From a different perspective

When so many among us

Fail to question their own.