Philosophic

She had a tubal, but worried the Bible
Warned against it. Will she still be able
To counterattack with a suit for libel
When they blamed her for the Tower of Babel?
She never really meant to be a rebel,
A feeble, sad excuse for the dark rubble,
Remains of her - what? heart? - small as a pebble.
She's had enough of living in a bubble,
Enough of all this philosophic babble,
Old professors looking for a nibble,
Running to escape the hobbling rabble
And their own weak chins covered in dribble.
Our foibles haunt us, never fine or noble;
Our end is certain, our dismay is global.