![]() Culture of ConceitA Poem by carl![]() so this is where we are....![]() Self ordained pompous prophet while attempting to keep the truth securely hidden you spontaneously erupt to joust unbidden with those who deserve superior standing. You spar with imagined tales most obviously false pushing the border beyond poor taste outmatching others with glib overstated extremes of parsed phrases while seated in your insular Agora. Reciting your assaults and victories complete invented a step at a time flowing ever outward to mask well the verdict of defeat. You rise to the heavens seeking admiration from listening authors who you quote having never read and inventing thoughts they never had all for the sake of nodding praise. You cloak your name in various random fashions seeking to acquire invisibility for your actions and all the while postulating an honorable profession and ignoring any and all accusations. As you continue to elude deserved judgement questions arise around mass contradictions but are carried away with false bravado spent before hands are raised to explain what was meant. © 2025 carlReviews
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Added on January 7, 2025Last Updated on January 7, 2025 Author![]() carlMOAboutI am a retired English grammar and literature teacher, married, with five grown children. I enjoy reading science fiction, fantasy, biographies, and nonfiction history and philosophy. I have a BFA in .. more..Writing
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