Fatuity Poem by Hannington Mumo

Folly struts a scalpel-holding surgeon
Who saunters about correcting sense;
A real charlatan wielding a snobbish nose
To rule sons of men in their tripling tens.

She's a meddler in the affairs of the wise
And tries to bewitch them with her guise,
And when her paths silvered obstacles meet
She lies it's the sensible that duped her feet.

Inanity's ways are contrary to logical truths
For each of her futile roads leads to gloom,
But she mimes her funeral songs with a glee
Funnily unafraid of her self-authored doom.

She is the sole creator of all world's brawls:
The real culprit hiding behind men's total falls,
The all-usurping force robbing desert's rights,
The chest-thumping Goliath spoiling for fights.

Idiocy shouts and roars to be heard by all
But she'll be never able to state her goal!