Oakwolf
2010-11-23 21:32:13 UTC
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An ego like an ostrich egg is not a sin
unless it’s paired with intellect too miniscule
to understand that only angels dance on pins
and men who claim they are the best are always fools.
There is no pity large enough to understand
the machinations of a ruined poet’s mind
as he grasps at and grapples for an upper hand,
a thing he lacks agility, acuity to ever find.
Of all the things large that we may herein discuss
there’s only one that matters much at this late hour:
a great apology is owed to all of us.
More likely that a spruce tree will burst into flower.
The one I speak of lacks all decency;
The facts are there for everyone to plainly see.