This poem sharply portrays a person who
uses cunning cleverness as a tool to manipulate, belittle, and exploit others
for personal gain. Though skilled with words, such a person is revealed to be
hollow within, relying on authority and status to sustain themselves. By
exposing the inferiority and immaturity hidden beneath superficial intelligence
and strategy, the poem confronts the very nature of such a way of being.
“To the Petty-Clever You”
Where does your petty cleverness come from?
With clever words, you ingratiate yourself
with others.
With clever words, you dig into them.
With clever words, you draw them in.
Is it simply to follow the powerful?
You, ever calculating.
Where does your petty cleverness reside?
You use words as weapons to bring others
down.
You use words as weapons to scorn others.
You use words as weapons to slander others.
Is it to crush your enemies completely?
You, driven by gain.
What kind of thing is your petty
cleverness?
You sharpen words to overwhelm others.
You polish words that allow no
counterattack.
You craft words to deceive others.
The very opposite of sincerity—
you, chasing self-interest.
Where does your petty cleverness lead you?
You gain backing only to show off.
You gain position only to boast.
You wield power only to dominate.
A fox borrowing the tiger’s might—
you, hungry for authority.
You who do not see others as human,
you whose abilities are not so great,
you whose humanity itself is in question—
is that figure nothing but a mass of
inferiority?
That is the source
of your petty cleverness.