Always keep your perceived right as glumly as you can,
And you must not mind what opposing opinions say;
For in the end the unknowing are harder than wood,
Ill's densest dimwits who will hell's vilest ambush lay.
Brush aside that raucous simpleton's rant,
However haughty his piped mouthings be;
For snobbish poutings count far less in the end,
Idiocy's darkest vibes spewed with gayest glee.
And remember that it is never enough to read
A nitwit's thick heart with flattering bits;
You'll have to let the blunted man know
The sundry shortcomings of stunted wits.
No amount of no-man's land can ever fit
To tell a lame brain it's shortened bounds,
And so the inspired sage ought to draw
Lucid lines to show its limited grounds.
You must not hesitate to prove all merit,
For you are the only mortal bound by it.
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