Hypocrisy Cake Poem by Ryan John Payne

Modern society devised a new recipe called the hypocrisy cake,
And they claim that it's quite delicious.
Only the truly unorthodox and insurgent are allowed to partake:
Their ingredients are somewhat suspicious.
Distempered exhibitionists waltz wildly onto the world's stage,
Attempting to expedite their own wishes.
Each candy-coated cymbal is abundantly discordant in its wake:
The saccharin still sounds too seditious.
Crimes are only crimes if they affront the privileged of state:
Conversely, though, they are capricious.
A refusal to reciprocate is fair exchange in sanctuary conclaves,
But reprobates have become quite malicious.
The forthright and chivalrous, opposed by a malevolent stalemate,
Find sugar-coated quandaries are repetitious.
Therefore, I will never partake of this obnoxious hypocrisy cake,
Because I cannot venerate anything fictitious.