Certification

You have been awarded
a prize for insolence
And given an award
 for your mastery of stupidity
Lounged you have in the folly of your silliness
And showered in the liquidity of thy nonsense

Accolades for your supreme frailties are tremendous
Not even the wit of your shallowness matches it grandeur
Beyond grey clouds hath thy insecurities flown
And in the pride of your self consciousness you’ve marched forward
If only you could see thyself
 in the mirror of each staring eye
Then from their lips will your only certification lye

                    Copyright October2005 J.R. Thomas