Classic Poem

Another cogent argument when one
Unmasks a slight, is — " You're too good my son!
Good writers naturally annoy the fool,
And you are no exception to the rule!"
This is a jolly clever argument.
It covers almost every incident.
To this trick I take off my hat. First class
For isolating merit from the mass.
The " penman's clubs" where Baerleins, Baums and Goldings
Transact their business and stake out their holdings,
It is only fit should be shrouded from the eye
Of that strange sport the self-styled " Enemy".
But in such haunts the money changes fists —
The " needful" and the " ready", harmless grists
For all those creaking mills that turn and give
Innocuous " penman" wherewithal to live.
And still and all, we know the invisible prison
Where men are jailed off — men of dangerous vision —
In impalpable dark cages of neglect,
Invisible walls by self-protective sect
Or cabal against the Individual built,
(At best with honorifics and lip-service killed). —
Well understanding tactics such as these,
Conversant with historic instances,
You can hardly blame an " Enemy" who forestalls
Such treatment and puts up his own high walls.
You can scarcely grumble if an impersonal seer
Is doubled with an efficient pamphleteer!
He has his business, too, all said and done,
To nurse and peddle — the Business of the Sun!