An Epithet Poem by Albert Ahearn

An Epithet



“Admirable beacon of rectitude”
A great sounding epithet said of me
You think? That depends on whose point of view.
It’s like the fruit of a poisonous tree.
It looks harmless, nonetheless toxic.
It can be said for the appellation-
Sounds great yet often a vitriolic
Mean-spirited, misinterpretation.
The interpretation, self-righteousness
In the meanest, cruelest sense of the word.
I live a moral code nevertheless
In spite of the consensus of the herd.
If I’m a single lighthouse on the coast,
Expect from me examples from this post.

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