After a while he raised a smile
saying, “Son, do you reckon
this twisted yarn you’re spinning
be done in thirty seconds?”
“I know today there’s much to say.”
he went on, and leaned in closer
“but that which might just save each day
is lost when waxed verboser.”

I let it go and made a show
of brevity’s superlative
all the while aside to note
youth’s cunning core-relative
Still sharp he spied my want to hide
a need for obfuscation
He raised his glass and cried “Alas
let’s toast this better nation”