The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

Yoda Wannabes An answer to all, The question of no relevance, Speaking with the utmost certitude, Nevermind their lack of maturity or intelligence, With black-and-white lenses, Dissenters shall be dismissed, Gray being absent, Conflicting logic and numbers useless, Speaking from the top of a tower, Preparing to make a speech, Looking down at a host of dots, At all those deemed destitute and weak, With a microphone in hand, Speakers surrounding the city, Knowing all should hear him, They not being given a chance to speak, As his voice begins to emerge, All other sounds are drowned out, Preferable to him, As he falls in love with himself, Please spread about your infinite wisdom, Utilizing a thesaurus and dictionary - enlighten me, Attempting to fool the masses of your intelligence, Being nothing but a Yoda wannabe.

In light of my poem (and myself) being attacked mostly due to a misinterpretation of it and a friend of mine being told that her poem wasn't actually a poem, I wrote a blog and posted it on that site, which reads as follows:  It seems that some people like to believe they have the answers to all of life's questions, that the grey matter in others' eyes is black and white to them. There is no uncertainty in their minds. If another disagrees with their opinion (fact according to them), it's inevitable that the other individual is mistaken. There are certain scenarios where this is understandable, I suppose. If Person A contends that 4 + 4 = 7, Person B can speak matter-of-factly that Person A is incorrect. However, I don't understand how that black-and-white form of thinking can be directly applied to the world of art, which I (and others I know) have run into recently. In recent days, I have been witness to two people (there are many others, I'm su...