Rules are for Fools

Rules are for fools.

They don’t teach that in schools

But that’s surely the way it appears.

For to me, what I see

Is that, to a degree,

Rules are writings that nobody fears.

 

So the grass that I pass

Says no dogs, but en masse,

There are always a bunch racing ‘round.

On the train, folks refrain

From the need to obtain

Means to pay, so fare beaters abound.

 

More and more, I am sure,

Life was better before

When we treated the law with respect;

But today, there’s no way

To keep outlaws at bay,

So the worst’s what we’ve come to expect.