your wisdom overflows like
the fountain of youth
yet your words
never reach my ears
you express your sorrows
in the form of words
jumbled, misspelled text
in the place of the flood
insolent bastards,
the ocean cries with you,
flippant and crude
how dare --
-- they start,
the morning shrieks,
mindless dimwits
cannot fathom
this wit you possess
i am an anthropologist,
you proclaim,
i can understand
i can grasp their imprudent thoughts
and turn them into
saturnine prose
you are
garrulous
querulous
but an oh so
banal "libertarian"
your "wisdom"
ceases to impress
the overenthusiastic crowd
who await your downfall
with hungry eyes
and forked tongues --
hyenas on the prowl
and as you bask in your
elegance and eloquence
the damned sit
and drink in the hefty
scent of your lies
through blood-stained teeth
and crooked jaws
so impart
this wisdom
your wisdom
your knowledge of speech and morals
upon the babe that was left behind
upon the sorrowful and misdemeanored
upon who you call the common people
upon the mortals of a God-run world
and let them know how
they were wrong
they were neglectful
and that you
are a tyrant
