Preach Me Not

Steeped in the morass

Of lies and deceit,

You preach me to

Fall not for tempting baits;

My waking self discerns

The conscientious path.

Slinking behind the snug veil

Of your muted conscience,

You scream at me to

Conceal not my soul;

My psyche is deaf to

Such voices of hypocrisy.

Canoeing your lifeboat safely

You coax me to

Panic not, being stuck

In a whirlpool;

My dignity disdains

Such camouflaged mercy.