The Moralist Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In me, the shroud is removed from judgement
The spare room is prepared for traveling judiciary
Did you expect a description of judges to include theirbrowser history?

In me, the sensual imagination wore the muzzle of logic and mutual respect
It won't bite the veterinarian who gives it a quick examination
A reminder of the first order of refusal, rejection in a swift kick

Surreal Casanova eugenicist can't fit in a studio apartment but we'll force his bloated girth in anyways
A very nice palate cleanser for a charming pervert
With knives sharpened by the corpuscle crew

It turns me off of you
It paints you in gold and silver and other colors that run into being tired
Tired of hearing the same mouth talking about having babies
The same mouth that held two icebergs apart and produced raised eyebrows from the tea drinking set

When the struggle between desire and discipline matures into happiness
Stand like a Russian in a heartier, harder climate
With the mission of blaring or not blaring lukewarm advice to the treetops