Hippocratic facts we’ve been told,
Since just one day old.
These lies taught as truths,
Are my only proofs,
That something is wrong with these ways.
Two-faced jackals pretend they are deer,
To them I’m a stone with three ears,
They speak from the book,
It’s meanings mistook,
I’m forced to respond with false praise.
"Pears and Queens," they say, full of scorn,
For their poor souls I do mourn.
They think they’ll grow wings,
For those petty things,
Tis’ the fields below they shall graze.
Jon Bullock