The Barking Mutt
They know what they know
and they know that they know
and heaven forfend what they know
be challenged. So none do. Once is
always enough. They, on the other
hand, scenting opportunity
make hast to challenge the
stated opinions of others with
the effluvium of their superior
knowledge, brooking no response
as legitimate, making it quite
clear that the last word will always
be theirs. Somewhat like annoying
little dogs with their size-related
inferiority complexes that
surface reflexively as belligerent
appraisals expressed in snarls.
The little dogs' behaviour merit
pointed and gentle discipline. The
sniffing last-worders, icy silence.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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