What, then, can we say
that won't fray during the day?
What, then, can we know
that won't go during the show?
Mrs. Thurpton, one who knew,
brought up children two-by-two,
just to see them break their vow
and to prostitutes kowtow.
Quite another, her own mother,
used to spank whene'er her brother
uttered words like 'Fuck' and 'Shit',
now she knows she's stuck with it.
Then before that, their relations
would send slaves to their plantations,
picking cotton, menial labor,
now their grandson is their neighbor.
Going further, I dare mention
that there is a certain tension
'twixt a hatred of man-eaters
and a love of oil-depleters.
All our morals, all our law books,
are as lasting as our young-looks,
all our worries, all our cares
cling to Mrs. Thurpton's prayers.