The eternal optimist said with a smile
It’ll all be over in a little while

The miserable minister gloated with a grin
It’s the thought that counts, so the thought’s the sin

The aggravated atheist smirked at the thought
Your faith is your own but your soul has been bought

The translucent trophy bride sighed with desire
If two are to tango, they first must conspire

The perplexed puritan turned to the light
Asking no one for anything can make nothing right

The beautiful barbarian finished his dessert
Assured happiness is knowing a little pain couldn’t hurt

The whimsical writer parses his nomenclature
With the dignity of logic comes the beauty of human nature

The absolute anarchist cried to the crowd
Take everything you want but no apathy’s allowed

The minimalist moron swore to his mother
He would never stop looking for his prodigal brother

The capitalist congressman announced changes to the bill
The doctor won’t help you unless the government will