Conscience
There are few things wrong or right
And nothing black or white.
Take off your blinkered glasses.
Let in the broad daylight.
Gods Ways
The ways of God are wonderful,
But the wonder's hard to find,
When most, to keep their bellies full,
Must kill and eat their kind.
No Heroes
Don't sell your soul to any cause.
Explore the middle way.
Don't hero worship any man.
They all have feet of clay.
Freewill
You could be Jack The Ripper
And Mother Teresa too,
Depending on the genes you've got
And the street on which you grew.
This raises up a problem.
The question of free will.
Some say that we've got lots of it
And others say we've nil.
Rich Man
When you are rich and at the top,
And tired of work and play,
Bring back the joy of climbing up,
By giving all away.
Dogmatism
We know a billionth of this world
And nothing of the next.
How some are so dogmatic,
Just leaves me quite perplexed.
Joe Bloggs
When I die my friends will pray.
I'll go to heaven, no delay.
Joe Blogg's friends no prayer will say.
Poor Joe, his debt in full must pay.
Evolution
If apes evolved to men like me.
Why do they still abound?
The answer is, they got their choice
And the smart ones stood their ground.
No one knows
Why is there not one highway
With one clear simple sign,
To lead us all the right way?
Your guess is good as mine
No one knows the answer.
The maker made things so.
He would have plainly told us
If he wanted us to know.
Common Sense
Do not suspend your common sense,
When thinking of your God.
So many do and wise men too,
The whole thing's rather odd.
Kindness
Be nice and kind to all you meet,
At home, at work and on the street.
A pleasant word a smile or two,
Will make the day for them and you.
All Guilty
If good men will do nothing.
The bad men will have won.
All of us are guilty,
Of the good we haven't done.
Adversity
Adversity is very sweet,
I've heard Bill Shakespeare say,
He never lived in Sheriff Street
Or down in Tiger Bay.
The Good Die Young
The good die young
I've heard folks say.
The boredom gets them
Near half way.
The Bore
Tell your story short and quick.
Don't keep adding more.
Long winded people make me sick.
No one loves a bore.
The Law
Be slow to go to court, my son,
Because there's nothing surer,
When all is done, the lawyers have won,
And you may be the poorer.
Early to Bed
Early to rise,
Early to bed.
Oh! what a bore,
I'd rather be dead.
Oomph and Bumph
For rich old men, who've lost their bumph
And fear there is no cure,
There's some young lass, with lots of oomph,
Whose fear is of being poor.
Dieting
Thin and scrawny, looks half fed,
Drained of hormones poor in bed,
Caught in fashions grasping mesh,
Give me a woman soft and fresh.
The Old Folk's Dilemma
Afraid to wed or live in sin,
What can the old folks do,
To change the laws that hedge them in,
And start their lives anew?
If state controls were set aside
The old folk would be free,
To plan their lives and then abide
In wedded harmony.
Be Your Own Man
Why should I think as father thought,
Or do as he might do,
Although I love him, as I ought,
I'm me, not he nor you.
The Horsemen
Four horsemen ride and scourge the land,
And never slacken speed.
Their names are: Language, Colour, Race,
And the fiercest one is Creed.
The Scrounger
If you're a scrounger, tight and mean,
Your problem is a miser gene.
Your friends will notice, don't be dumb,
Pay your way, don't be a bum.