On a sliding scale of 1 to 10
He was a 3 when it came to justice
Social custom flew over his head
Like geese honking as they migrate
Did he act in agreement with
What is morally fair?
Did he cling to what is socially right?
Was he in accordance with the rules?
No.
He related to society
Like a troubled 16 year old
Relates to his parents
Prejudice and discord courted him
Clothed in the disguise of cultural media
He argued, it was unfair, he was biased
Organizations were like butter to him
Melting in the sun
He had sucked up principles and morals
Into his sinuses to rot
He looked out of one eye
And closed the other
As he judged what was right to him
Did he grasp that his ideals
Rained down like acid on all he knew
Eventually pock marked people in a trance
Carried his disease from here to there
Little children sitting on the pavement
Caught little drops of acid in their hands
Was he mad?
Was he a poison?
Was he just an ambivalent Canadian?
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