A Hoard The Know With Away We Go!

There are hoarders with lots of stuff, from utter crap to utter fluff. But we already rang that bell. There are other hoarders on which we shall tell. From tell to told as this rhyme takes hold.

Hoarding is nice.
Can cost a price.
Physical or not.
Catch on to the plot?

Soon you will.
Fits the bill.
Or takes it away.
Nothing on display.

All hoarded within.
Not taking a spin.
All about me.
Screw little old thee.

The knowledge is mine.
On it I'll dine.
Things shall align.
For it is mine, mine, mine.

You'll never detect.
You I'll neglect.
I have no need to connect.
This knowledge I elect.

Why would I share?
Why do you care?
I learned it, so it's mine.
On it you shall not dine.

But I surely will.
To me it's a thrill.
I shall not share.
You better beware.

Make things better?
Be a trend setter?
Bah, who needs that?
All mine under my hat.

What did you say?
You've found another way?
You have many connections?
What is this, the elections?

Don't share with any.
Don't share with the many.
But if you want to share with me,
I will not stop thee.

Know any knowledge hoarders at your sea? Funny how they will take from thee and then not offer anything at all. But I suppose at least they won't get crushed by stuff in the hall. But not sharing means no connections will be had. So such knowledge hoarders may not gain any more knowledge than a tad. Do you hoard knowledge in mass? On that I'll take a pass. I'll even freely share the gas from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.