LEASE OF LORE
Onto the seekers, he gave his word
As to knowledge – its accoutrements
That understanding begets responsibility-
the lease of lore.....
From which ensues opportunity
For the foolish mane so to shed.
Now hail you scions of Socrates
To whom his don is bequeathed;
Bid not your laurels beguile your wit
Nor dim your hunkering souls.
And your fancies so concur,
Crash the knit-wit blooper fair
And watch dupes misspell their names
Or auction off their heirlooms
For a spin of the Ferris wheel.
And you birthed not of haughty stock
The foregoing you should abhor-
For knowledge bears not
Fruits of condescension;
Let noblesse your foundling crowns
adorn.
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