The Superman

The man I give toast to
And praise in this sonnet
Has never played host to
A bee in his bonnet.
Remarkably moderate,
Thoroughly sane,
Indeed odd and odder it
Seems to my brain
So few are inclined to
Give heed to his tone,
But still have a mind to
Fool views of their own.
The wisdom of Sinai is his by the shelf …
Of course you divine I—allude to Myself.
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