Trained in a world of liberal arts anecdote, the simpler, wider facts
Defend themselves easily against your social justice attacks.
You decry “Big Oil,” like freezing winds which blow on oil rigs in the North Sea.
You step on grass. Human, you despoil nature too; yet heap abuse on me.
It is this way of being boring and nice in person, not particularly bright,
Who pins down others in an avalanche of anecdote when you think you’re right
Which condemns—an argument against you has nowhere to go,
Which is how you like it, safely immured in all you think you need to know.
The nice things which big ugly pieces of machinery have done
Don’t register. You advocate sunblock. As if sunblock were the reason for the sun.