Mundanity Poem by Hannington Mumo

Steer clear of cheap or ungentle sport
That is a top favorite for roguish cads,
For its false fleeting merry costs lives
Of the very restless play-smitten lads.

There is always a light-thinking twit
Being led astray by their wanting wit;
Egged on by some fake mate's sway,
Urged on by peers that painless slay.

Roam farther from base lures and their inns.
Such magnetising hooks have these places,
Yet all knaves their luscious lips easily kiss,
And then blindly frolick in their cyclic races.

Manacling banter like a viral plague shun.
Halt words till all weighing has been done,
Lest missiles sharp recoil and hit the sayer,
And become another self-maiming betrayer.

It's doubtless vain if its by the masses done,
For good sense can never be communal fun.