Act Appalled

Whenas your stolid views you find bemauled,
Your orthodoxy sacrosanct distressed,
Don't fret to grant riposte−just act appalled.

State of the art technology to scald
A rival who should you with proofs molest,
Whenas your stolid views you find bemauled,

Is affectation and an awe-struck yawl.
Against an argument you can't contest,
Just wear a startled face−and act appalled.

Assume that air that says your foe is galled,
Medieval nescience flaming up his breast,
Whenas your stolid views you find bemauled.

Your public will, by now, be so enthralled!
Those further answers can remain suppressed−
Which anyway you lack. So act appalled.

And if the devil still is not forestalled
By such a noble show of shock, invest,
When your void stolid views you find bemauled,
A cry: "You fascist!"−fast−, and act appalled.