Tall Poppy Syndrome Poem by keith brown

Tallpoppy with your head held high,
bloodied red on meadow green.
Caste all your concepts to the sky

Fear not Lucius Lexus or old Gabii
while heads still roll remain serene.
Tall poppy with your head held high

Your seeds, ides of spring yet multiply
while kings decry your self esteem.
Caste all your concepts to the sky.

Disparaged your virgin thoughts deny
Palaver rhoeas, perennial gleam
Tall poppy with your head held high


Oh! how the high and mighty fly.
Success or failure kings yet deem.
Caste all your concepts to the sky

Still yet the kings plan and scheme
intellectual property envy gone awry
Tall poppy with your head held high
Caste all your concepts to the sky