Oh, this age of self-propaganda and publicity,
Bereft of scholasticism,
When the academics keep indulging in
The exchange of self-praise and mutual admiration
With the loss in values!
The misery of the fact, how to self-promote
Selling all morality in store?
You call me a poet, I shall call you,
You praise me, I shall praise you.
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