When you reach the fifth level <br />Of intellectual excellence <br />Will you still talk to the fourth? <br />Will you trust the sixth to teach, unbiased? <br />Will the third be the realm of the turd? <br /> <br />Will you keep close to hand <br />Those whose books you desire <br />While you burn all the ones you have read? <br />Does compassion subside as the IQ gets higher <br />If it does, then I’d rather be dead. <br /> <br />(c) Danny Reynolds<br /><br />Cher Easel'igher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sifting-the-ashes-of-burning-blinkers/
