Oh rise the mighty chorus of- the boy.
Behold the throne of stately- mistresses.
Do honor noble men who now grow- coy,
Do listen to the scholar’s wise- guesses.
The insecure will have the final say,
They cry the most when victors do succeed,
And so they fight to sanctify their play,
And fight nobility- now christened “greed.”
The truly noble man will never rise-
The insecure will ever hamper him-
His name will be forgotten when he dies,
Because the world seeks only mindless whim.
The menace which the Founding Fathers feared-
The mass’s tyranny seems ever near.
-Vir Cogitans Americanus
Scribit Dies VIII Iunii, Anno Domini MMVII