It's Clever, But Is It Art?

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

If You Can Wait, And Not Be Tired By Waiting ... If You Can Dream, And Not Make Dreams Your Master; If You Can Think, And Not Make Thoughts Your Aim; If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster, And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same; ... Yours Is The Earth And Everything That's In It...

For Undemocratic Reasons And For Motives Not Of State, They Arrive At Their Conclusions, Largely Inarticulate. Being Void Of Self-expression They Confide Their Views To None; But Sometimes In A Smoking Room, One Learns Why Things Were Done.

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

These Are The Four That Are Never Content: That Have Never Been Filled Since The Dew Began- Jacala's Mouth, And The Glut Of The Kite, And The Hands Of The Ape, And The Eyes Of Man.