Stereotypes

The hero dressed in white

And rode upon a noble steed

His faults were but anomalies

Of character and deeds

The villain dressed in black 

And looked exactly as they say

I saw through all his kind acts

As a ploy to try and sway

Its nice to live inside a world 

Where everything is plain

Where good and evil, right and wrong 

Are labeled by their name

Except when pleasure’s bad of course

And pain is for our good

Or when the two get switched around

Upside-down understood

When good is bad, and bad is good

Like wrongs that make a right

It’s plain to see what they tell me

Is how it is in life