Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Common Sense


Such an easy thing to overlook,
Judgment deep within,
Decisions made by the book,
Virtue has no kin.

Problems solved without a thought,
No argument involved,
Forget everything you’ve been taught,
Questions easily resolved.

Politicians heed this phrase,
The laws affect us all,
Is it difficult to change your ways?
No longer to enthrall.

It could be quite contagious,
Everyone thinking alike,
Not really so outrageous,
Not talking about Third Reich.

Common sense is basic instinct,
Practice started long ago,
Current pace is heading to extinct,
Reap what we should sow.

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 14, 2013

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Better than no sense at all; which is common.

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