The poet who pretends to read
John Austin’s essay on ‘Pretending’
Need never grasp its condescending
Point that pretending can’t succeed.

Thus the weak-minded, headstrong youth
Private returns to his unending
Wording of fables, still pretending
Not to pretend to tell the truth.

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