The Rhyme Of The Post-Modern Ironist
(A Cryptic Summary Of His 'World-View')



A sad loser, yes that's what I am
For I never quite know what to say
My replies, yes they are as mobile
As the ever-shifting winds of May.

First comes along an old friend
To announce the gospel heaven-sent :
'Life is a beauty and you, my dear
You must live for the moment!'

And while I ponder there struts in
Another friend clearly in great torment :
'Fiery hell awaits you, my dear fellow
Unless you turn to Allah and repent!'

So I sit on my old Ironist's couch
And meditate on which way to blow
But try hard to decide as I might
I just don't know which way to go!

And then it all lights up abruptly
Why should it be a matter of choice
When I can combine both at once
And sit back quietly and rejoice?

I open the window of my room
And my sudden wisdom, noble and mellow
I shout at the top of my hoary voice
To all the masses gathered below :

"Hear Ye O my People, hear this clear
Over right and wrong worry no more
I have now found just the right formula
That all of Ye been patiently waiting for!"

"Enjoy the world and with great gusto
Immerse yourself in rampant revelry
But when that's over and done with
Turn to Allah and say, 'Please forgive me!'"