I Have Scruples Poem by shimon weinroth

I do, and I also have hemroids
but they are not for display,
they hurt the whole long day,
not something one talks about
give me no peace of mind
have to be tended to, I don't need
to be reminded what they do,

but my scruples are a different case,
wrapped in a sack
I carry about,
they are quite weightless,
and I'm not always aware,
that they share my space
from time to time, I'm reminded

by an uneasy feeling
of conscience, and sometimes
principles too, it has to do
with ideas of right or wrong
sense of duty, sense of shame
a bag of tricks called morals
ethics and ethical too,

my hemroids are,
more pressing and there is
no song of right or wrong,
physical and comfort,
alas, a painful conscience,
would make a better world