Complex structures supported by threads of straw

Which lean heavily one way or the other by laws

Enacted by pompous never-do-wells who stir pots

And then serve up their concoctions so very hot



To all comers - whether they know them or not

And give stern warnings as they fertilize rot

Where on earth does the need for this so come?

Is it written? ... Or just pressed under thumbs?



Those who do write books founded out of slander

Really do need to throw them away or grander

Perhaps they need to go back to Golden Rules

And remember life as it began before pools



Of manufactured slights absorbed them in

Great big oceans filled with all their sin

And as they fished deeper for signs of food

Finally fall in and then cry not to be sued



For slander which is thrown out and about

Will eventually cause many, many to shout

And the ones who can see the foul balls

Will eventually want in so they can tool



Up - and prepare themselves for swooping

In - on little people who do such snooping



So if you do contribute to mazes so closed

Remember there are some gates freshly hosed

And filth which is thrown at them thus marks

Not only them, but the source of these larks 



-Tristram