Word Impression Poem 7: Constult
Heights there are,
Which no intelligence, perhaps, may reach,
But when the foolish conspire together
They fall, entwined, into bottomless deep.
Bad enough to drift in our lone delusions
But when leaders gather and constult,
Social decay should be the expected result.
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