Nullity

I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait, Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye, Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes. For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes; Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn. Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer, And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be; Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul? As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars, And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights; Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights? Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp, I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!