Timely joke
About the tears of the sky
Sweet ingenue, and the irony we poke
Is a crusades of sorts, to make all of a nigh

What if a justice took it that seriously?
A chance meeting with argument's shadow
And a wish in the breeze, the tale to earn a lead
Of symmetry and its advance, a place of gladness to owe

Sincerity is such a rascal, looking for ideas
That provoke rest and relaxation, to become alive
The taint and the wonder of same, so much time to free
With a recourse in cares, with opportune sight, to give

Pence, and labor of a summation kind
The treasured glance of another to find liberty
In the course and candor we eschew is long in mind
And few in through guarantee, looking for possible anarchy

Thus the joke, heard once in a presumed ideology, the toil of senses
We have worked with, even know in careful charisma
What has a day with the likes of you, but does not want it to end?
Having only ourselves to blame, is decency such a lousy dilemma?