The Pedant
Waist high in patent bindings which to dust
soon homage pay, dry humbug pedants sneeze,
impressing others with their minds is ‘must’
inane – for their remainders most displease.
A parchme[a]nt waste’s no way to wrap a crust
inedible where acid critics tease.
Yet true to type, adverse reviews non-plussed,
few leave the ego to its own disease,
most try to elevate to causes just
self justification, conscience ill at ease.
Their p[s]alms are toppled at the slightest gust,
when slighted, - self respect bend s to appease.
Few dare surf free, sail current served, mistake
tomorrow’s trends for sales’ ends greed may slake...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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