You manipulate all your words
So that they may seem profound
Sitting in your ivory tower
All is safe and sound
But in your inner sanctum
The light of truth does not shed
And the books on the shelves
They remain unread
How grand it must be
To have all the answers
To deny confusion and intrusion
Of originality
How easy it must be
To fall asleep at night
Without question or suggestions
Of inadequacy
To you honesty is but a word
Used to acquire worldly desire
Your favorite pastime's crushing dreams
Of Which I doubt you ever tire
I wish you would shut your mouth
When you know not what you say
But then again that would mean silence
Each and every day
