A Hen's Story
Every egg a hen lays, she proffers away
to boorish, self-serving farmers
Who take them, then break them, and each in his way
transforms them to what he prefers.
Should the hen get a chance, to see at a glance
what the foul louts have made of her eggs,
Surely she'd be appalled, and as a reward
on her deal with the farmers, renege.
The same goes for minds, who come up with lines
they let myopic masses consume.
Arrogance and pretense are liberally applied,
by cretins in contrived reviews.
In the end, what is left when the authors intent
is eclipsed by doltish conclusions?
Nothing more than the shell of ideals he once held
and his painfully gained disillusion.
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