Feb 7, 2009

 

If you've three or four degrees,
yet simple fact checking escapes you
(the 20th century's highest selling author
was -not- Theodore Geisel; Wisconsin
is -not- the most obese state)--

If critical arguments consist equally
of regurgitative appeals to your own authority,
functional illiteracy and cock-eyed
belligerency, yet your own work
is a lifetime of study in adoxography--

If fucking were poetry and your hand
were a poem (and you believe the clap
is any sound you make) yet you still
haven't gotten noetically laid--

Allow me to show you to your table.
Today's specials are smarter than thee.