This Middle Rung

In ignorance, bliss! This bottom rung, we speak as we choose and that gets the job done. Yes, ignorance mired in language unkempt- the parlance of paupers, ill-regarded, undreamt. In tolerance, wise! This highest rung- we speak as the learned and get the job done. Where lofty words sing amidst high-minded mind- the old tongues of conflict, new tongues now refine. In limbo, angst! This middle rung- the higher won't save us, the lower we shun. Just enough rope payed out, just enough slack- For me and Pygmalion to launch our attack. ~TH~ 2015 http://wrongwaywriteway.com