Is cleverness essential to project,
To show and bestow...
With a determined self righteousness?
It can not be purchased,
Like created diamonds flawed.
Fools' gold can adorn,
When it is worn...
To mask the wealth,
Some falsely display to capture awe.
Unbelieving those shown,
Have not been exposed to a reality known.
These tricks go on...
From sunset to dawn!
And depicting self worth,
Could someday curse
Those without 'innervision'.
Those who perceive,
Living life on surfaces kept...
With no depth of thought to retrieve!
Choosing to use an apparatus,
For purposes to attract a social status...
Maybe a clever endeavor at first,
But forever leaves a genuine malice!
For those who seek truth,
To quench their thirst!
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your poem tells me what i need to know, to be an apprentice to the wise-man. some fools climb mountains, in search of knowledge... to only discover... they just climbed a pile of dirt. i'll take the short-cut by just reading your poems. take care.