Scholar

The scholars stamp down 

on their tropes like grapes, 

the naive drink their bitter wine, 

“those who can't do teach” 

reciting his-story’s

relishing every line

as if it were their own, 

sitting on a balsawood throne 

that breaks under scrutiny, 

he’s staff room royalty, 

pundit wankery 

gargling shit 

that's self-explanatory, 

you're paying premium 

for this clown 

because he’s 

got a book published 

under a pseudonym,

he’s chums with 

the gatekeepers 

that want you to believe 

they ain't ‘two bit’ repeaters,

when you wake up

Scholars 

will 

become

pinatas, 

you’ll beat them 

with verbal sticks

in the hope they spill

beautiful sweet treats,

when in reality,

and a moment of clarity,

they’ll retreat