Steve knew himself to be so smart; he seized
His every thought, proclaimed its truth, the world
Could not be other than be rightly teased
When Stevie’s little judgments were unfurled.
"Oh look at me," he preened. "Today I’ll pounce
Upon some sacred cow with softy friends
Who’ll be so crushed by my cruel words; I’ll trounce
With that, or this and that, or odds and ends.
And they will scamper here and there for truth,
And they will check, recheck this fact and that,
And they will find naught here or there, forsooth,
For nothing’s there – I pulled it out my hat.
And while they mystify themselves with this,
I’m onto something else I’ll find amiss."
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