The Pinnacle

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

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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