A Level Forest Poem by Kevin Maroney

Desking is a paltry fine,
to one who sees not one pine.
All man is lift above the sand,
none's at level, all's that's grand.
When the scale's set too high,
some fall below,
but when it's set to the bowels,
even farther do they go.
So our solution to a problem dim,
is worthy of a title equally grim.
The conclusion of a few many,
May set standards even less steady.

For if we restrict the very few,
What beyond bliss could the many do?