Amphigouri

(Poetry Scales 29)

The world is an imperfect place
Seems not how intended to be
Injustice, sickness and death
Everywhere you happen to be
And that is exactly the point
Imperfect is perfect you see
Because something IS then it OUGHT
If you doubt me, simply repeat:

|: Flaws don’t exist
Sickness is good
Wrong is opinion
Sin is made up
Death is a friend
Without him we’re glum
Those who want better
Had better shut up :|
          [Ad nauseum!]

Thanks to modern education
The naturalistic fallacy and
Argumentum ad infinitum
Are practically the Law of the Land