It stabbed me with a steely eye

It killed me with a truthful lie

It ate my heart with a blue lit screen

It scorched my soul with a silver sheen

The insolent outsider – the New Cool

Guy and gal are the fashion

With a doleful dude bringing up the rear

Ma’am and Sir are now passion

Of tiny granny at whom we sneer

Bikini and burqa are on the same page

In the dictionary

But the former is sought, and the latter is shot

Says the itinerary

See what has become of me?

Professors and priests emanate imperial shame

But the gold cuff links of famous what’s his name

Preach popular practicality

See how they wallow in infidelity?

Those who write are lost they say

Twitter and TikTok and Instagram technology

Those who thought – Resurrect! I pray.

Bring back morality, the conscientious philosophy

To the New Cool