What Would J.D. Salinger Say?

What’s the point
In being anointed a master
Among the disjointed word crafters,
Feather headed bird bathers,
And phonies who only slather slander on?
I hear each pawn soar in song—
“Caw! My candor is a con,
Money is the convention
I swore my soul upon."

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