first_imgThat vainness they flaunt with vanityAll day they carry like traveling luggageBoasting of fripperies that makes no senseDwelling in their follies high as WologisiSeldom will great words flow from their lipsSturdy postures but whiff of bravadoThey make great charlatans for our townGlimpse them in their assemblance of follySparkling in their garment of dullnessThat is that distinction that anger good folksWishing and praying a sense come soonGiggling as the resolve that is yet nothingShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img read more