The thief of thought

Within these walls
The thief of thought’s home

Erudition, n. – Dust shaken out of an antique book into an old and empty skull

So wide his erudition’s mighty span
He knew Creation’s origin and plan
And only came by accident to grief
He thought, poor man, ‘twas right to be a thief

To be a poet he ought not
Steal another’s thoughts
Instead, go find within his head
A word or two he’s not read

From some dusty book, he by chance
Took down from a bookstore shelf
And stuck into his pants
The words, the book, he claimed for himself

This despicable thief of thought

[Mostly stolen from the Devil’s Dictionary]

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