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My Homonyms It downloads on my iPad Uninvited every morning: Academia.com. ‘You have ten new mentions. To see your mentions Click here.’ This takes you on To their so-called Premium Package: Only so many pounds each month. ‘Pay now!’ The rent-seekers’ adage. I’d rather call it, ‘Academia.con’ They suck-up all the facts of your existence Then flog them back for a lump of the pension You need for your subsistence. I often wonder about them though. All those others using my name, Obscuring my only chance of fame! I see them in some bright laboratory Tweaking stem cells, or in a dusty library Beavering away to find some reference In the field of jurisprudence. And there are plenty of engineers Out there among my unknown peers. Somewhere too there’s a PLJ at work On the sociology of morals. Today there’s another with a paper on corals. And one from someone who may might well be Me: a review of ‘A cognitive theory of metaphor.’ But if I did write that, I published it so long before I can’t recall what it was about any more. And there’s that little footnote on ‘Post-modernism In architectural history’. Was that too ‘yours truly’? Well, you could do worse Than be one of the crowd In an electronic Cloud, A gnat in a swarm Of homonyms Who are at least Doing something That endures However Slim. But I’m damned if I’m going To cough up in perpetuity Just to satisfy an Idle curiosity About which (If any) Was Me!
