FAUX : A Poem

Does anyone have the answers

Wantonness of intellectual posture.

Pretension as the underlying truth.

Hidden by a construct built on hubris.

Supercilious interdicting worth.

Every single interaction studied

Scripted, counterfeit for best effect.

Paper thin veneer to hide shortcomings.

Wider world disdained – deep disrespect.

Self-proclaimed – dismissive of all critics

Haughty and inclined to talking down

To lesser folks he deems to be inferior

Perching on his slowly moldering throne.

Never to concede or just consider

That intellect can never be charade

That the world at large will recognize it

And, in time, will call his pitch a spade.