THE LATEST DECALOGUE
Thou shalt have one God only; who
Would be at the expense of two?
No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency.
Swear not at all; for, for thy curse
Thine enemy is none the worse.
At church on Sunday to attend
Will serve to keep the world thy friend.
Honor thy parents; that is, all
From whom advancement may befall.
Thou shalt not kill; but need’st not strive
Officiously to keep alive.
Do not adultery commit;
Advantage rarely comes of it.
Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat,
When it’s so lucrative to cheat.
Bear not false witness; let the lie
Have time on its own wings to fly.
Thou shalt not covet, but tradition
Approves all forms of competition.
Clough (my teacher pronounced it "cluff") was one of those unhappily disillusioned (or so they thought) Victorians of whom I'm fond. I don't see a need to add anything to this poem.
Note that this is week 42, leaving 10 in the year. If you had any intention of submitting a(nother) poem for this series, now's the time.
--Mac is the proprietor of this blog.