Do we have a more real self inside,
Fully grown and smart without cruel wiles?
Is politeness false and not just kind?
Unlike kittens we are not born blind
Yet we speak in only screams and smiles
Do we have a more real self inside?
If the Chapel’s Lord with me abide
Turns to gossip with the usual trials
Cruelty and abjection are on file
Does the real self speak and is it rude?
I don’t like hearing people being vile
Do we have a hidden self inside?
We have our dispositions , it is true
But we grow what’s a self from mother’s guile
Is politeness false or is it kind?
Can we adapt but not so much we fail?
Be a true friend, not feel we’re on trial?
We don’t have a more real self inside
Courtesy’s the oil that soothes and guides