The status quo is the devil we know
It’s the baby in the bath
Where the mainstream flows
It’s the well-worn path
Where the moderate goes
It’s the centre stage
Of a telling that shows
Being on the same page
As a gauge [*taps nose*]
Of tradition in the trends
In the democratic prose
Where the strength to bend
From the common joint grows
As a jumping-off point
To accommodate the ratios.
And stasis may be bruising
And its comfort can be cold
But the treadmill keeps us moving
Sure enough to bring the bold
And a reference that is shared
Is our collected hope and sorrow
And a population better spared
Its villains on the borrow
So the devil in the detail
Is the detail we should know
As the acorns we are hailing
Are the oak trees of tomorrow.
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