"...And when Hercules was saved
By the intervention of Zeus
the Critics did cry
"'Plot Armor! Plot Armor!'"
In seeking all knowledge
and learning all things;
the scholar shuns the candle
the writer shuns the strings.
No more is it enough
to merely forge for fun,
nor jump-joy, make-merry
see-silly
smile.
Instead all people,
yes, all people of "Wisdom",
of clarity and reason,
of realism and thought.
Must first purchase, before all else
a pair of blackglasses.
Blackglasses; that's all we seek
stained from stains upon the others-
Even the brightest of lights
is throughly absorbed; no smile
shall shine through
the blackglasses tint.
All words of joy
are the Medusa's gaze-
turn our hearts to stone;
Like moths to flame, we gather-
around the fiery innocence
of the neighbour's child,
born yesterday.
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