Warm to Persuasion

We've been inveigled by the sinister,
Deceived by the improper, led astray
By aimlessness, convinced that shades of grey
Are moral absolutes, and caused a stir
Among the demonstrators against fur
Who stained our jackets as a type of play.
We tried to keep the thought police away,
But when the queen smiled, we agreed with her.

We're all good anti-vivisectionists,
Tree-huggers, moose's friends, black swans and such,
Warm to persuasion and soft to the touch;
Our meetings sound like secret lovers' trysts,
Our brains are fogbound: crude, cursed, wrapped in mists,
Devoted to the lies we love too much.