Satire

Satire is a blight upon society, and herein I set forward my own modest proposal.

Whence came such a foul and hapless notion

First into man’s blind, capricious fancy?

Don’t read on, if you’d oppose this motion

To lay to rest that grievous flippancy

Of Satire, and its heinous perusal

(‘Tis of thee I speak, Jon Swift and sir Pope!)

Of raped hair locks and modest proposals. 

But alas! I fear there can be no hope

For logic, sense, or sound-minded reason

When, bewildered, we wonder of council:

“Spoke they folly? Or some mild treason?”

Pity the poor wretch who can never fill

The hole in his heart left gaping and torn

With aught but his wit, his ire and scorn.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

A taste of the classics is always a welcome to me, especially when deep and witty as this is.

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Excellent read my friend! "For logic, sense, or sound-minded reason

When, bewildered, we wonder of council:

“Spoke they folly? Or some mild treason?”


Conviction now spurs to action my pencil!" I really enjoyed the sort of self talk throughout the writing. I really get a sense of a Shakespearean Soliloquehere, this is definitely an art. I'm ready to read more.