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Of foresight 

Of locked up truth 

And madquerade balls

Who are we kidding?

Cyrano,

My what a big nose you have!

Speak! 

Or forever hold your peace 

Oh but what use

if all eyes are on the other 

Laced with judgement 

And ears have not the heart to listen

Then just smell.

Smell the pungent ineptitude 

Of the meek

who thought they would  

Inherit the earth 

Upon the road most travelled 

We create a gorge of our perceptions 

A canyon of vision 

Where no olfactory perfunctory aptitude 

Can erase the title 

And now robbed of our inheritance

No less, at the liars insistence 

Common law for common man with no commonwealth of knowledge and with great levity 

This is not a written word for your liking 

But if you were apt 

Merely your consideration 

If that 

At all.