facts
it costs the poet, having too much wit
love it and he finds a course to blather—
one will skew historic facts to fit
the gods and goddesses which he would flatter
but the wit, never falsifying, snickers—
his facts are true (but too refined) and touch
quickly upon the matter; so do stickers
for our bumpers—sadly, there's the clutch
for when Masters spout the facts the facts are theirs
(but may be true or not—depends on whether
an argument can safely misguide stares)
they up the rhetoric, blend All together
now mind you, bards (still listen to the Two—
for lies with awe-full truth can bring a profit)
you should show us how to laugh; or how to rue
making a mistake, and how we can play off it
I say lose the geeky fancies or make facts
either hold to truth or polish up your acts
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