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About This Poem
Inflation
Let us be bookish, overstuffed chairs
mahogany smokers, putting on airs.
Braving new worlds in mysterious guise
rescuing maidens, believing our lies.
Let us show our true mettle, cross enemy lines,
comrades-in-arms from infamous times.
touting our ribbons, medals and scars
parading as heroes in fine motor cars.
Let us dagger and cloak in long overcoats
and fire stale cannons from old wooden boats
while crossing mad oceans conquering brine,
as bold ancient mariners rusting in rhyme.
Let us drink to Ulysses, and Hercules too
- or scalawag scoundrels, most any will do -
in rathskellers dampened, darkened, unseen
while sipping our brandies, or tea, with the queen.
Let us paper our pedigrees, making up wise
whilst perusing pulp fictions and clever I-spies.
Masses and minions will bow at our feet
awed by our wisdom, discreetly elite.
Let us be bookish, overstuffed chairs,
mahogany, smokers, putting on airs.
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