Word Impression Poem 7: Constult
Heights there are,
Which no intelligence, perhaps, may reach,
But when the foolish conspire together
They fall, entwined, into a bottomless deep.
Bad enough to drift in our lone delusions
But when leaders gather and constult,
Social decay should be the expected result.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2012
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