Tributes from the uneducated
sing praises of words unknown
the illiterati shine in a game
where the ignorant elect the crown

Where are all the clever folks
conversant in fluent rhyme
dead amidst the great unwashed
derelict poets of bygone time

Why the gutter-press sales excel
tabloid troughs of gauche-dressed vomit
and people vacant watch the soaps
ne'er test the true fruit pummet

Who are the few aloof of proles
self-glorified in their classes
risen above they think aloof
the scum risen high on the masses

When will equality pierce the world
the elite will edict and remain
communists happy in the land of nod
blindly walk looking-glass lane

Aardvark is a real cool word
so append it to your ode
hold your head in imagined worth
and continue down wonderland road