Flackmoth's not so vain
as to count himself a thinker
much less a philosopher,
armchair or otherwise.
Yet, having fallen on hard times
(the local pizzeria burned down
along with the package store
attached to it), he's now resigned
with stoic composure, telling
his friends less fortunate,
that with misfortunes one learns
patience, self-sacrifice, and endurance –
to better appreciate the lesser things
of life once so despised.