Rhyme Wounds All Heels
Rhyme wounds all heels, you tame and gutless wretch.
Thought yourself to be a man of substance?
You self-righteous tool - that would be to stretch
credulity to breaking point. One glance
into your soul betrays the worth of you.
Dear gods! Take a peek: give yourself a chance
to see beyond your delusions. Be true
to this task though and accept every bit
of what you see; and be warned: when you do
get past your firewall gird yourself, for it
will reveal, unvarnished, the crudest sketch
of a mendacious, two-faced hypocrite.