Protocol

Protocol is etiquette and a formability given without the law,
The expected right of indulgence with grace and being indisposed;
The law of how to refrain yourself and restrain for wanting more,
It is the right to impose politely and do things right to injure.

It is as if it all goes without saying, but is just the expected way to behave;
While you talk over dinner of all the things you deserve;
It is polished silver cutlery and the finest type of china,
And the more you want and expect it the more you have to withdraw.

It is saying that you deserve the best and must know how to conduct yourself.
In all the proper ways and all the proper manners;
It is knowing simply right from wrong and seeing that you keep the rules,
To all the good things on earth that by Gods grace we are stewards.

Now the time has come to have anew all the protocol of old,
Where timeless books and wisdom texts are all in the way we run;
Where tithe and time are taxed by tide and all of us have some fun,
Doing things the way we should and expect them to be done.

Well money seems to pay the bills and yes it must be paid,
To stay on earth and live with a nice quality that you attain;
For all well done and life is fair for those who would try hard,
To keep the law of protocol and see all things the right way.

I guess I might have left some things out in this poem about protocol,
But all is fair in love and war if life is what we've won;
There seems no point with grief to bare to expect this life so royal,
But time will tell without blame and shame, just why we should all be loyal..

Signed,

Do it right