I toyed with becoming a little dapper
Got myself an impeccable Tuxedo
Joined a short course at a Finishing School
Learnt to wear a plastic smile
Joined social clubs and attended parties
Mingled with the crème de la crème
Until it dawned upon me
That I did hit the bulls eye
And was natty as I pleased
But what about cleansing that conscience of mine?
Surely, use cosmetics to fake beauty
Surgery to uplift the sagging cheeks
Wigs to conceal falling hair
Or dye the gray ones still there
But how about cleansing that conscience ?
Is there cosmetic to cleanse your mind? Alas there is none!
Polish it in, and let it shine out!