Some rhetoric recycled from the past
That once would make an aardvark look askance
Rehashed, resuscitated, wrong, recast
As insight into insignificance
Upon no basis but assertion bold
Deserving not a moment’s second glance
The answer purchased; then the question sold
For those convinced, no doubts were entertained
No reasons sought by those within the fold
Square circles in tautology contained
No exit for the muddled mind of man
Each one of fabrication’s fibers strained
The fraying fringe of falsehood’s flimsy fan
All adequate to end where lies began
The pampered precious parasites profess
To know from whence they speak while talking rot
In fact, they seldom little more than guess
At what makes mucous different than snot
Like Tweedledee they say, contrariwise,
That as it ain’t, then therefore it is not
Yet sooner than they hoped to realize
A dwarfish thief tried on his title’s robe
And found his shoulders too small for its size
An uninspiring ruler of the globe
Drawn from a list of dimwits learned by rote
A callow, cranky, crude cognitophobe
Too deadly daft for language to denote
A kid crusader with no antidote
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010