Only If You Listen Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

You do not have to think yourself wise, so be wise
Even so, do fools wallow in their foolish wisdom
Fools turn their foolishness into cash
Thus, they get rich out of the foolishness of the wise
Wisdom to fools is therefore not worth any riches
I am wondering if I understand what wisdom is really?
Or, it is a matter of rumbling and semantics?

What does alcohol do to the mind of a whole grown man?
Or rather, what does it not do to him?
Is it because of the loud music and the crowd that is to blame?
I suspect alcohol and the crowd make one deaf
I have never tasted the alcohol in beer
So, I always wonder why it seems different with brand names
Maybe I am hallucinating over things I have no idea of

You do not have to think yourself wise, just be wise
An intoxicated wise man is just as good as any fool
You can imagine a fool overtaken by alcohol
Alcohol is not bad, and that is my problem
I would rather it was bad so that no one would abuse it
Well by the way, who am I? Just rumbling semantics
Wisdom is neither an ingrowth nor an outgrowth, it is rather an embodiment of self.
30 October 2020