Colin F. Jones

TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR WOODFORK

Why are you trying to impress yourself
with your failed attempts to belittle me;
I don’t think it’s really working…
But that will be as it will be.
Point scoring seems a childish thing
trying to prove who is the best;
Like Paradise birds with showy wings,
Attempting to occupy the nest.
It’s a primitive attachment in some men,
Who strut Bantam like about,
Trying to impress the farmyard hen,
With their arrogant and fearsome pout;
But why me? I’m just a kindly old man,
Without a lot of clout.

Some fear exposure don’t they friend,
They fear competition and altered view,
So they wield the big stick and pretend,
That their lie will be seen as true.
It is important to be seen in superior light,
Thus they seek to put all opposition down,
Particularly those who will stand and fight,
And smile through contemptuous frown.
They are only smug in their own domain,
Where they rule the roost controlling thought,
Elsewhere there is nothing they can gain,
Except exposure of their cultural wrought.
Yet despite the obviousness of this trend,
They have nothing defensible to defend.

You simply would not know my friend,
Your posturing is self centred swank at best,
On this structure of elitism you depend,
That your heart and soul , you must invest.
You need to be seen admonishing others,
Particularly those who might admonish you,
It’s an accomplishment that often bothers,
Those unsatisfied self interested few.
Put all that aside and we see emerge,
Just an ordinary and everyday bloke,
Subject to the occasional egotistic surge,
That most laugh off as a bit-of-a-joke.
So toss away that impudent peruke,
And that cumbersome outdated cloak.