There is little we actually know.
We think we know a lot more.
About life. The universe. About everything.
We know we know the score.
We know that we know what we know is true.
That is a fact without question.
And should you say, “That’s your point of view”
we will suggest an obscene digression.
There are others, we hear, with other ideas
about how everything works.
We do not fear them. Nor do we hear them.
We do not bother with ignorant jerks.
We know the Universe revolves about us.
Our existence is all that matters. Thus
we meander, cradle to grave,
chained to the wall of Plato’s Cave.
