A man of minus­cule tal­ent but much reading
his were nev­er shy loves or roman­tic yearnings.

Oth­er than with him­self he has to pay for sex, keeps
a parade of sneers above his grub­by trouser secrets.

Said by apol­o­gists not to tol­er­ate fools glad­ly, aloof,
his every caus­tic aside is but a book­ish quote.

Con­cerned less with ideals than with earnings
he has pro­duced works alleged­ly metaphysical.

Not so: a bub­ble puffed out by learn­ing he is yet
just anoth­er intel­lec­tu­al fright­ened of the sim­ply said.

His were nev­er shy loves or roman­tic yearnings.

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