I have known of no one,
Who has said with it professed...
Of being smart.
With this comfortably accepted.
As if they had been selected,
With a declaration of intelligence.
To them publicly presented.
And no one doubts to question this.
However...
I have met many representing themselves,
As being knowledgeable but were not.
To then start unstoppable arguments,
With others to dispute...
A use of a thought process,
Was proven as a tool to be effective.
To leave any thinking they did to do,
With a finding by others to be found beneficial.
Very few today 'with' intelligence,
Are respected for their suggestions to end conflicts.
Since more seem to permit and wish,
Confusion maintains as a quality of life to exist.
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