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Words Worth: Part I

    Professors prefer those ivory towers

    safe amoung the wispy muses deified;

    disdaining the music of the mops, hammers and ploughs

    that shoulder Penelope’s inky web.

    Crowing back and forth, pecking at lines

    with a carrion’s care to consumption;

    from gated aviaries to coffee house cliques

    enjoying the psychoactive stratosphere.

    Courting inky jihads with avaunt-garde pith

    philosophizing infatuated lumps of clay;

    publishing pundits full of words

    popping dreams of peer reviewed glory.

    Max S