Enough to Rant

I know things, but I’ve never been a sage
And never claimed as much. Some things I know
I learned the hard way: follow the world’s flow,
Admit a wiser man should take the stage,
Or find a woman of a certain age
Who knows a bison’s not a buffalo
And sees the places where wildflowers grow.
I know enough to rant, but not to rage.

I have a little learning, but that’s all,
A modicum, dealt with an atomizer,
Not a fount of wisdom, a great geyser
Of data and discernment, twelve feet tall.
What do I know, then? I have seen the Fall.
I know that you should find a new adviser.