Straw
men are built with brilliant ease
With
ugly, twisted, painted straw;
And
with the mighty pigmy’s sneeze,
The
pigmy sees his straw man fall.
“The
ugly monster I have slain
By
my own humble, brilliant brain,”
The
bloated little pigmy screams,
“Now
all the praise I crave, I’ll gain.”
And
other spiteful, little men
Applaud
and praise their pigmy friend;
And
thus the band of little men
Proudly
strut and swell with wind.
Such
little imps, I have to tell,
Like
flies swarming elephants’ tails,
Shall
get no more than what they smell
From
elephants’ swishing tails.
Don Fortner
20050118
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