In a world where being smart
Will make you mistrusted,
Where telling the truth
Makes one seem maladjusted,
Where showing compassion
Invites social scorn,
Where condemned are the happy
And praised the forlorn,
Where the vicious are wealthy
And the meek can’t inherit,
Where you’re judged by one’s look
And not by one’s merit,
I hope you’re condemned
To what’s nearly infinite
So when the world becomes worthy
You’ll still fit within it.
The Daily Travesty 