Spared embarrassment
of any profound meaning,
their virtual society
of mutual flattery
establishes itself
as overqualified
for the business of funding
by Degrees in scheming
to make much of nothing
and nothing of much
for not much of anything
more overpaid than seeming
to hide their guiding touch
of cold collegiate mastery
so another hollow auditorium
may host a shabby harlequinade
of pointless ego poetastery
with some senseless erotica
safe in their skull planetarium
where internal ears are ready-made
stone deaf to her muted screaming
as Illiterati smothers Poetica.

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