They transform,
From newborn
To unformed,
Pending attain
The far reaches
Of misinformed,
As egotistic upstarts
Soon reflect as norm,
So till transmogrified
To realm of old farts,
In a state deformed
Beyond any reform,
Ne’er falling short
Of such belligerence,
Becomes an adroit art
For carping such retort,
Much like a toxic dart!
This had me smiling, so well depicted. Too bad they don’t diffuse to the ethers like… you know. 🙂
Happy to get a smile… and yes I know because there are so many who could use the reminder, still here and everywhere, and though I’m not a believer in the hereafter, just in case it’s so, and there are some belligerents that managed to sneak up there, though I might imagine they should be down below well earned.
Happy days Paulette… Jean-Jacques