For truly base profanity
Behold now human vanity:
You set your stall
To know it all —
It’s nothing but insanity
You seek to teach sagacity
Far past your poor capacity;
And so the young
Are therefore hung
By daft obscene audacity
You should then be more circumspect
In viewing things in retrospect;
If house and hall
Should start to fall
You might have been
The architect
cool poem. i like the form. Does it have a name?
No name, but the rhythm scheme is borrowed from a nursery rhyme called “the daughter of the farrier”