Virtue Of Selfishness

If Tadpoles did not change their spots to join the world of frogs, if useless debris turns to clots and jams internal cogs, if babies stayed the size they are so cuddly and so sweet, if Fred the Drunkard left his car and walked home on his feet, if Jews stopped hating all the gentiles and Germans got some humour, if Wallstreet could forget percentiles and corporate greed and rumours, if doctors had the guts to go back to when lives were prized, if politicians were to know their egos, oversized, if all thy neighbours could be human and clean their own backyard, then, in the words of Harry Truman we would at last be smart. So if you read this look again, make sure you'd pick as friend who on a scale from one to ten, would be a perfect blend of all that you consider good, and God's own wisdom too. And once you're confident you could become the real you, you may relax with your shy grin and turn the other jowl, it is not others that do sin, just ask the wise old owl. If you regard yourself above the rest of all mankind, if all you are is truth and love and if the world is blind, then worry not about the others, they may become your fans, perhaps the fault lies with their mothers who'd go off to the dance and left their charges to themselves or to a babysitter, which keeps away the kindly elves and glorifies just glitter. If substance and integrity are absent in a man you're left with window dressing, see and with the 'Also Ran'. But do beware and do not aim your finger at your foes, a weed who feels eternal shame may yet become a rose.