The pedantic existentialist

The dream of the smart is incomprehension,

The pedants in sheds, the cornershop bores,

The details that some duffer forgot to mention

Is grist to the mill for the spotter, of course.

The list is essential, a parchment of laws,

Like commandments as bullets inflicted on self.

In this way the tyrants began several wars

And ruined the summer, the National Health.

We may as well get back to trees on all fours,

Forget all bipedary nonsense, delay

What they call in those times the human recourse

To the tendency towards entropic decay.

But still, the absurdity underpins all,

The pedant is mighty, but still he will fall.