Meta-Stasis

Consider the beast, Serenity,

Ferocious in all her aspects.

As beneficial to peace of mind

As Spain was to to Aztecs.

Behold the demon, Tranquility,

(The devil marks her score).

Stunning in her ugliness,

As virtuous as a whore.

Have you seen the hellcat, Amenity?

She, even now, gives birth

To horrors of every vile kind 

That rise, and walk the Earth.

Equanimity, you termagant!

What evils do you now?

Is there no perversion you'll not perform?

No sin you won't avow?

What slanders do I speak, you cry?

Virtues termed abominations?

Ah, you've not sensed my psyche, friend.

Nor perceived its applications.