In Praise of Modern Verse

When intellectuals with sombre pen
Write of thoughts profound and feelings deep,
They use long words that common men
Cannot begin to understand, and when they speak
From their tongues such lofty language trips
That ordinary folk dumbfounded hear in awe.

They comprehend not, thinking they are drips,
But feign to know, for they are sure
The intellectuals are far surpassing wise,
And every utterance they make is of great gravity,
Even brilliant. In their humble eyes
The emperors parade with deep serenity,
While they hail their fame and laud their verse.