Or, or nothing…

Meanwhile everything’s the same,

fish swim downstream as well as up

so don’t be fooled by cliché’s fame,

because virtue’s virtue will corrupt


itself and all who still pretend

there’s a something beyond it all,

thus refusing to bow they ascend,

proud as Icarus they rise to stall;


meanwhile the rest of us plod along

doing what must be done less airs

allowing a dream of being so strong

but saddled with every day cares.