Overly Scrupulous

SCRUPLE’S
PUPILS

Full of fret
But you can bet
Their superego’s firm.

Full of compunction
At every function
Won’t eat ‘cause they might catch a germ.

When reading the psalms
They often have qualms
For David, he sinned and adultered.

They quiver and waver
And question God’s favor -
Forgetting he ’fessed that he faltered.

They act shocked and shy
See motes in your eye
And painstakingly gag for they’re rigorous.

But since they are strict
That mote will get picked
Along with your eye ‘cause they’re vigorous!

Others’ talent they censor
As they grow tense and tenser
Afraid that they might take a tumble –

Reluctant to smile
Laugh with joy for a while…
But, oh, they’re so proud to be humble!