'This modern world,' said Paul to Paige;
'This strange, unsullied Earth -
There's far too much indignant rage,
And sense of moral worth.
'A man can hardly speak his mind,'
He griped and groaned, alarmed,
'Without some phoney fault assigned,
Or social faction 'harmed'.
'I bought a drink the other night,
And then,' he sadly spoke,
'The barman said I'd 'mocked' the plight
Of countless thirsty folk!
'So what’s a guy to do?' he cried,
Then sighed and shook his head.
She slapped his face and thus replied:
'That triggers me,' she said.