A poem for those who (wrongly) assume hard-to-read books (and people) are automatically better.
To mistake straightforward for
simple, and posturing for profound,
is to read without comprehension.
Each book some hollow brag,
pretext for some pointless patter.
See an open book as easy to grasp,
dubious of nuance in plain language.
Drawn to superfluously ostentatious
vocabulary, convinced verbosity is of
value inherent. Well, comprehend
this then—that "hard to read" is as
possible depth as plain poorly written.
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