Bedouin In The Threshold Poem by Lex Taylor

Why vindications of death's oblivion,
Grant scholarships for the contemptible sheep,
Of inferiority ingrained skin-deep?
It's conceit, prejudiced about fortune...

Whereas they must know their thresholds' bedouin,
Gormandizing the scholarly dustheap,
For a social backsliding very cheap,
Like to non-chosen lineages gladden.

In the end they'll share studies with the dregs,
Of a country prison that for punch begs,

Sods of a loving enthusiasm kind will,
Never start them; more of an obedient,
Conformist will to carry off the skill,
And to end number of a trend's segment.