They choke on stock phrases
Their tongue never even tasted
Prior to spitting them out.
Who has a mind for nuance
When it's time for that faux
Assurance to trickle out?
It behooves the domineering
To conceal their sneering
Within the verbal driftwood
They regurgitate but never
Can polish up as new;
And why would they have to,
When their spirit of
Why-botherism is faithfully
Sustained by the fooled?
Mon 6th Jun 2022 01:51
Thank you so much for the comment, Stephen! 😊 I find it hard to to believe you were guilty of this, but even if that was the case, you've definitely more than redeemed yourself with your amazing poetry! 😉
As a former European official, I plead guilty, Holden! A very enjoyable poem. (I hope I never descended to why-botherism, though!)
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Holden Moncrieff
Wed 8th Jun 2022 01:24
Indeed, Kevin!