Tell Me...

Who appointed you our very own Northrop,
a Frog Prince over we small fry?
Without one word of non-critical prose
to view with our own now-jaundiced eye?
Perhaps a tale - to show you know
your monad from your myth -
would suffice to guarantee
your right to take the pith
from others' fruit, while
selfishly hiding your own
orchard of imagination.
Still, your sardonic smile
- at your own clever baiting
of pale inferiors - disguises
the fact you're hating
yourself.