I originally posted this in the Poetry group, but I felt other members might also appreciate the morality of it.

A double sonnet I wrote upon Morality, under the title of:-

Foibles

Eyes closed, breathe deep to clear your thoughts of strife,
And now imagine, deep within your mind,
You are a fly upon the wall of life
Observing all the foibles of mankind.
The avarice of those already rich,
Dispensing patronage by way of bribe,
Their gluttony for wealth at fever pitch;
Full drunken on the lucre they imbibe.
The soulless, sly seducer of a wife,
While cuckold, drinking solace, salves hurt pride.
The faithless spouse who's yet to feel the knife
Of cruel deception when she's cast aside.
The fake sincerity that goes along
With power-seeking people, doing wrong.

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The politician, spouting rhetoric
Makes promises he'll leave upon the shelf:
A con, a salesman, and his pitch a trick,
For what he's really selling is himself.
The preacher, preaching tales about "the end"
Whose audience upon TV doth mount,
Who urges folk "your evil ways amend",
Then counts the blessings in his Swiss account.
Yet prostitute, who loiters on her range
Her wares concealed 'neath tantalising guise,
Soliciting for trade in fair exchange,
She won't pretend her love is aught but lies.
Her foibles need not be immoral deeds
For honesty is all a foible needs.