things move around

The untrustworthy ones,
oh, you watch out for them -
the person whose friend is your enemy’s friend -
you watch out for them, or you’re screwed,

for you can’t comprehend
the untrustworthy ones -
and you won’t get a chance to condemn -
and your enemy’s enemy’s enemy’s friend
is your enemy too.

It’s too late when you read the review:
‘X appears to be less than familiar with Donne’s
second cousin, fifteen times removed.’

Yes, you watch out for them when you work in the Arts -
or the Faculty of, anyway -
for as quick as those cloistered old cunts will declare you a genius, they’ll lop off your operative parts
in the Grub St Biannual
(a most influential
square metre of papier maché),

which is not to imply
that it’s wise to rely
on a BsC or MBA.