When I Talk About... Poem by DM W

When I Talk About...



When I talk about Noam Chomsky and his insights,
The local nitwits look at me like glassy- eyed
Goldfish that have just been shown a card trick. They go
Round and round in the same old bowl. They got no souls!

When I Talk About...
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: apathy,ignorance
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