Oh, Many Fools

Oh, many fools there be that play with words,
Make bricks of them to wall themselves in herds.
Then who’d leap out to stand himself alone
Is falsely likened to a broken stone.
He’s called unprincipled by cows immense
Who gaze transfixed on any well-aimed sense.
Yea, boundaries they like that none may cross,
With rigid Thinkingless their frozen boss,
That they may know exactly what to do
Without a reason for a reason new.

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