The Hypocrite
I don't get mad, I get rhyme-y.
I read somewhere a while ago that we are all the sum of out hypocrisies, and I am inclined to believe that this is true. We wouldn’t have to look too long or too hard at any of our behaviours to find some dissonance between who we are and who we think we are, or who we want to be. Plus it is surely of something of human nature to sometimes fall short of the standards we set for ourselves, for one reason or another.
I don’t, however, believe in grandstanding one’s ethical code, for organisational or personal gain, and not, or even refuse to, walk the walk. Something in that sphere grinds my gears. It is usually organisations…charities not being charitable, for example. Governments, politicians, churches…the list goes on.
This is my second poem. You can read the first, equally scathing one, here. Similar to that, this poem is about the sum total of what I have observed, rather than any one individual example. I have no idea how or why when I feel antagonised I want to rhyme, and sure what does it matter.
This one goes out to all those who deal in double standards, whether they mean to or not.
Oh and fear not - more fashion content, if that is your preference, is coming your way on Wednesday, with some of my better outfits of the past month. Stay tuned!
Big love
Una
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The Hypocrite
As though with impunity,
you fool yourself and you fooled me.
Hypocrite, stage actor, player.
Solidarity slayer.
Do you choose not to care
Or could it be you’re so self unaware?
Maybe you think the world’s so crass
that it’s normal to speak out of your ass.
But in the midst of your sanctimony
there is a heavy dose of fakery.
And when you say one thing and do another
it’s too damn hard to be your lover.
Clear as day I now I see through
the virtue signals that you spew.
What you’re selling I’m no more buying
Notice, now, as I stop trying.
You’ll likely say that I am bitter
Probably pop a post on twitter
But I know that you see in me
something you can never be.
The day will come that you’ll be outed
for not adhering to the standards you touted.
I won’t feel glee, but apprehension
Because I’m tainted, too, by your pretension.
So Hypocrite, stage actor, player
I’ve joined the ranks, become a naysayer.
I can’t say I like it better there
But glad you’re not my cross to bear.