Rules are for Fools

Rules are for fools. They don’t teach that in schools But that’s surely the way it appears. For to me, what I see Is that, to a degree, Rules are writings that nobody fears. So the grass that I pass Says no dogs, but en masse, There are always a bunch racing ‘round. On the train, folks refrain From the need to obtain Means to pay, so fare beaters abound. More and more, I am sure, Life was better before When we treated the law with respect; But today, there’s no way To keep outlaws at bay, So the worst’s what we’ve come to expect.