A Bag Full Of Scruples Poem by shimon weinroth

to market to market a bag full of scruples,
hear me one and all, they are worth their weight in gold
to ward off the evil eye and simple pie man,
come one, come all, have a peek and seek no more

some are fat some are sleek, blends with all,
served up with sauce, marinated and peppered by know
good with hot tea or ales for what ails you, whiskey too,
get your scruples without onions or leeks, fresh and crispy,

one for mom, one for dad, one for the big bad wolf,
one for witches brew and gargoyles stew, rainy days,
my scruples are best, do not heed the hawkers mine
were grown in bias and contempt, exempt from taxes

of morals and so called morality, one dung hill is as good
as the next, scruples tender and untested tasty too
free of genetically improved, mo authorization needed,
scruples free of inter-dependence, recommended by the amoral,

they are not costly, one for every bad deed, without guilt,
cheaper by the dozen, don't twaddle the time is now,

eating his fill of ill will,
he was buried with scruples no better no worse,
without scruples he could not
be laid to rest, cremated perhaps,