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?