Sonnet of Foolish Thoughts
Moderation, let me, probative, persuade,
is a cautionary exercise for fools,
a benchmark, if you wish, to make the grade,
virtue measured by the ones who make the rules.
Only stupor,as distinct from plain ennui,
in acceptance of perjurious harangue,
those nimble minds, responding to query,
who, with finesse, might go out with a bang!
Are we capable of independent thinking?
Thought, at times, absconds with wanderlust,
to gather in the logic without shrinking.
Have courage to rein in and re-adjust.
An idealistic formula I chose...
Alternative?Would you please pose bellicose.
Quote: Henry Kissinger
Using all POP words...
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