quest for good manners

Disdain is the new fad strutting the runway

Sending favour and mores to take their chairs

Ladies flex their arms to swing doors open

And toes trampled sore and met by sneers

 

Flippancy is the new favourite pastime

Someone slips and we choke in laughter’s phlegm

No one cares that youths are out of order

And elders dare not try to order them

 

Debauchery is a fresh trend in the streets

As fashionistas flaunt faux pas in crowd

Nursery rhymes scream lewd, in the name of rap

As swearing juveniles play ‘hiTunes’ too loud

 

I wonder where these trends will lead us

What will life be like in fifty years?

Will the world self-destruct or be recreated

Or will ethos continue shifting gears?

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