Each and every
being is subjective,
subjectivity rules roost
and it gives fools
notions of superiority.
Notions rule the being,
and naivete gets passed
off as wisdom abominably.
Ignorance is a blessing when
pitted against bloated notions.
The need to be objective
won't appeal to those who
are incarcerated in the
prisons of inflated
and pyrrhic sense of self.
Subjective thoughts provide
the cushion of perceived
superiority to the vainglorious
ignoramus who feel hopelessly
orgasmic day in and out.
Objectivity isn't objectively
laid out to get a final word
and show their place
to the idiots caught in the
web of malignant subjectivity.
Let them be themselves,
let them be in their sun
of glory and relentless relevance.
Argue not, differ silently
and sympathise with their idiocy.
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The poem presents a very acerbic commentary on those who brandish their subjectivity as a weapon to counter the forces of truth and knowledge. Thanks for sharing the poem. subjectivity rules roost / and it gives fools / notions of superiority.