Classic Poem

The nameless folly of the human race
It's cruel selfishness and trackless guile,
Make me asham'd at sight of human face—
That stamping ground for treachery and wile.
The smirking smile of callow empty youth,
The ripe pomposity of hoary age,
The shaded gleam of manhood's lustful tooth,
Each plays it's part upon it's petty stage.
Seduction, lying, thieving each in turn—
A murder here and there and then a rape—
Each needing only that temptation burn
And hold fair chance of ultimate escape.
Exceptions to said rule exist—'tis true,
No such exception doth exist in you.