To find rhymes I have to deeply fish,
Using words that at times seem amiss.
And some lines are a crime
Needing prison lifetimes.
I have stretched it too far with this: ghoti.

Philosophy has taught us railings —
The concepts key to social scaling.
But the focus on the moral
Is the locus of my quarrel:
Perfection-seeking leads to failing.

A beast drives our strange compulsions
And after, we wallow in revulsion.
But secret be told,
We love it uncontrolled
And recoil from thoughts of expulsion.