AN ODE TO PSEUDO-INTELLECTUALS
Let us praise these gregarious kith and kin whose
onus appears to be of a tutelage nature,
a voluminous quest
to irradiate our
vernacular stature,
to luxuriantly
masticate the great lack of trivialities
within our impalpable, languid street jargon.
Let us praise these magnanimous maestros while
they sink, with vehement raillery, their verbal
talons into the dense
necrosis of our minds:
lambasting turpitude
and mental lethargy
with incantations of irrevocable disdain
as we praise their latitudinarian souls.
Consider them not fey. Attempt not to efface
commiserated autointoxication.
They are not ignoble.
Titillated? Yes.
Sometimes pixilated.
But blatant incursions
can not adulterate our frugal imbroglio
as panegyrically we praise their pious oligarchy!
Whattahell, whattahell, whattahell? They mean well
and we should not snub these snobs although they mean well.
(It's satire, people! Read it as such!)
2007-10-12
05:46:55
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Doc Watson
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I wrote this several years back as a reply to several people I knew who were rather full of themselves and couldn't tell the difference between artificial and inefficient intelligence.
And to be honest with you here, I can't even remember what some of these words mean because I was pulling them out of the dictionary as I wrote this satire and never used those words again.
2007-10-12
05:51:48 ·
update #1