Without rational observation,
where is truth?
Magniloquent man of ether,
resentful of women,
neglectful of evidence,
experimentation alarms
and scientific theory
enrages him.
Kept very busy
under the guise
of worthwhile business,
seated in gilded ovoid
on Pennsylvania Avenue,
he loves only a circus.
Whenever his mouth opens
it sounds like a parody
of poor statesmanship.
His uncanny ability
is to live a life undisturbed
by evidence or humanity.
Is there a more wearisome task
than shoring up a stupid man’s
confidence in his own wisdom?
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 175/365.
Desert Dweller 