The Lecture

ANOTHER cynical poem of how some of my lectures have been so far. I hope some people can relate to some of the frustration voiced here!

Pseudo intellectuals: we group

Together like all of this actually matters; so

I stoop my head and close my mind.

The sea of oblivion; I come up for breath

When a voice of pedantry asks yet another

Unnecessary question.

These kind of pseudo intellectuals; not subtle in

Their craft, indeed they thrive in exposing

Others as ‘daft’

The blatant imitation of intelligence; a dangerous venture!

So I’ll be elusive in this pseudo lecture

The sea of oblivion; I come up for breath

And ready myself for ‘intellectual’ death