Demonax was the sage of pointed jokes.
Serious mumblers didn’t like him much.
The finest lecture ultimately chokes
if it goes long enough — or, out of touch,
stumbles into a ditch. Was it a crutch,
the wit Demonax focused on the fools
of wisdom? No doubt boneheads called it such.
A pleasure, then, to break their solemn rules!
Of course he never chose amongst the schools.
Of course he never joined the mysteries.
And, when they came, those haughty Roman ghouls,
and sought to peddle their atrocities,
he said, “Abandon Pity!” It was good
that he foresaw his countrymen all would.