Thoughts relinquished

Gentlemen distinguished

Beware of non-conformity

It’s frowned upon if one doesn’t play the game

But playing the game has a price to pay

Conformers get their comeuppance

Playing the game can lead to tragedy

Where lives are lost for tuppence

 

Lie still and even-tempered

Balanced and fulfilled

Truth and thick skin are a must these days

In this wild, ill-tempered world

 

Thought delivers

Gentleman quivers

Afraid of non-identity

It’s frowned upon if one loses their fame

But money and fame have a price to pay

Parasites raise the stakes

Playing at fame leads to tragedy

Where the devil lies and waits