in the name of whom you think you are.
Set down the vices that make you human
for long enough to be the Ideal
that beckons you in the morning.
When an iron hand in a velvet glove
sends your head sideways
be gracious, ye sinners.
It is only a friend who tells of your folly.
Peter called the authorities
as soon you paid Paul.
Learn to drink the cheaper wine.
It suits you more than handcuffs.
And, if nothing else, beware of the uninspired.
Apathy is the drug of the dead
and every clock is a dealer.
"The Elements of Style" by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White.