and his name was Sheldon.
Superficial; naive; he remained a philosopher
in the accrued wisdom of some hundred purchased minds.
...mistaken for a debutante,
The question masked a threatened taunt,
From who? We just ask.
One, two, three punches obvious?
Yet, in the direct ambiguity, an oxy-moronic perpetuity
laughs; as his mischievous loneliness - concealed yet so hidden.
He found the secret enclave!
So the misinformed papers rave.
Perhaps it was he who was misinformed - nothing secret has been discovered.
Back to back and front to front,
It's book, next book, next book, next book!
What is the meaning of life?
Learn: the socialites of this notoriety,
Dance around the issue to toast their own sobriety.
The first wave is equality. After that, young Sheldon thought for himself.
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If I could take a guess at what this poem means, I would say that it refers to the author. I infer this from the fact that the first line begins mid-way through the sentence, thus implying that the thought began somewhere else. As it is obvious that the reader of this poem could not have read the unwritten first part, I suspect that its location is only in the mind of the author as a sort of dialogue between two imaginary residents of his mind about his personality as a whole. Interestingly enough, these two characters themselves make up part of that personality and are therefore describing themselves in their discussion of the whole. Finally, this, I believe, is an inverse reflection of the author as whole describing himself in part.
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