Ivory Garrets
Is anyone more self-obsessed than a poet ?
Raging and swooning and preaching out loud –
These lilting doom-mongers and told-you-so know-it-alls,
Playing their ev’ry stray thought to the crowd.
Smugger than columnists, vainer than vloggers,
Oblivious pedants and bleeding-heart pseuds –
Even the Northerns are middle-class floggers
Who castigate readers for wrong attitudes.
With relevance dwindled and audience bored,
With their meanings obscured and their verbiage enlarged,
They choose to ignore how the world has ignored them –
They’re people like me, infact – guilty as charged.
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