Beware! Poem by chris dawson

Challenge not the questions why
Take note and heed them well
Stand back, observe the queried sort
Not befall that which befell
The arrogant, dismissive type
Who mocked all reservation
Cast aside in flippant form
Those seeking explanation
For time would come, would come the time
When he himself was racked
Confused he could not ask for help
To hold his name intact
And so for want a fool was he
A fool he had to want
When thirst for knowledge lead him to
A dry and arid font.