Moral High Ground

“For once in my married life, I was occupying the moral high ground, where the air was fresh and intoxicating.” – John Mortimer’s Rumpole



I’m off to go exploring.
I’ll leave off all my whoring.
Decrepitude is boring.
I’ll have a look around
On the moral high ground.

The moral high ground,
Where mistakes just can’t be found.
Self-righteousness abounds
On the moral high ground.

Leave the car, take the bike,
Or a calisthenic hike.
Only do what you dislike,
Then you’ll never run aground
On the moral high ground.

The moral high ground,
My head is light, my pulse - it pounds.
Aren’t there any cabs around
On the moral high ground?

My will now never bends.
“Means aren’t justified by ends!”
But where are all my friends
On the moral high ground?

The moral high ground,
Where the solitude astounds.
Yes, the lonely make their rounds
On the moral high ground.

We up here are always right.
But these others are uptight.
And they always pick a fight
On the moral high ground.

Oh, the moral high ground.
I am far too tightly wound.
Where’s the exit to be found
From the moral high ground?

- pg