The Expert

The expert stands in the midst of a pasture

Surrounded by cow pies and other manure,

Spreading advice like jelly on toast

Until hardly an ear can escape or endure.

 

Who could amass such a trivia trove?

Why must we listen?

When will it end?

Experts and bullshit hand in hand,

One washing the other, their only true friends.

 

Knowing it all is a cumbersome burden,

One that I hope never settles on me.

Hopefully there's always more for the learning.

"Expert" is one thing I don't want to be.