Found this anon poem earlier. How apt. “In times of trouble, uncertainty reigns, Simple words, deflate bloated shame. While in darkness, there is light, Shake off a cabal’s glutenous might. A virulent disease thrust upon, Fk that sour Dom Perignon. Become greater, respect is more, Adoration everything, ambition’s whore. Greatness lies in breaking the mould, Unite in a belief, greater once told.” Poetry might be way beyond some, but it’s a far better read than Jacob Steinberg’s jour-no-lis-am. | |