Slaying rhetorical dragons

 
While some will grow up only to sink down
Playing harmonic progression of no sound
Battle Titans with whipped autosuggestion
Such balderdash answers beg the question,
 
Forgotten Van Gogh of a Thoreau meadow
One man tango thru a gauntlet of shadow
Infernal cure paid with witty shekels galore
Figurative dirt falls upon their golden floor,
 
Cicero row your boat to a philosophical sea
Sing for one's supper on one operatic knee
Invisible ink used in the letter they penned
While pulling a fast one until the bitter end.