Day 5
"The Road of Excess leads to the Palace of Wisdom", Blake once said.
Or maybe it was, "...and that's the name of that tune", I can't keep them straight.
If I expound unfavorably on blogs,
toiling day after soul-sucking day in the barns of reason,
sweeping what word-piles I can into the benumbing ether,
painting with a broad brush my distain for their excesses,
its purpose is to blow up sand to sting the eyes of the Swaggart,
the Pompost Whos Visage is Idle Aimlessness,
the Nattering Chatterer of Wayward Dust-Thoughts.
Or from Blake, "What do you say now, punk?"
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