his head is heavy, full of fat,
ego, matter-of-fact, son of
a rich woman no doubt. but
he is aware of his privilege,
so, there’s that. in love with
the marble of yore, the tomes
of old, anything, well ancient
and… no, you have probably never
heard of his contemporary fare:
scholars he’s sure you’d find a yawn,
a bore. but he’ll prattle on anyway,
the misanthrope, a sure-fire mope,
sad at parties, haughty with a joke.
I’ve been known as a cynic, (and hell,
I am) but this fucker could use a toke.