A Man of Reason

A man of good reason,
a man of good taste,
a man of high fashion,
oppressive in lace,
his belly is full
with illusions of power,
he’s lauded by all
as the man of the hour.

A man of good conscience,
a man of the church,
a gentleman caller
as gentle as dirt,
“permission to breathe
should be granted at birth,”
he laughs over wine
as he orders dessert.

A man of good standing,
a champion of progress,
a patron of nations,
as progressive as incest,
he turns to his wife
and denounces sedition
for she is to blame
when men pay attention.

A man of good graces,
a man from high places,
a man from old money
once laundered by statists
who cling to their mantra
of superior races,
screaming their anthems
of glorious ages.

A man of good reason,
a man of good conscience,
a man of good standing,
a man of past nonsense,
his corpse rots below
with descendants of Flodden,
a statue remembers
but the books have forgotten.

© Davey Cobb 2022 All Rights Reserved

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