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For a mansion of divinity is nothing.
Without a solid foundation to sit on.
Straight, well thought, yet gothic lines,
Fine wines inside a plastic box.
Crayola chandoliers float in his mind.

Thoughts of old and new,
How are you? Nothing to say today.

For intelligence is more than just knowledge and wisdom.
It is the utilisation of these traits in perfection.
To bring thoughts together and use them efficiently.
Not with idiocy.

Self control is cousin to intelligence.
I think therefore I am. Is true.
I read books therefore I am a journalist. Is not.

However these animals must live in their own world,
Any maybe some day they may come to realise that there is a world of opportunity out there.
And that the jealously that consumes them may motivate.
And cultivate a healthy energy.
To crucify the demons of the past.
And get a fucking job.

You may experience mindless rage.
You are not a wise old sage.
You are a boy of nothing earned.
Just a number on a page.
Forget your thoughts and feelings now.
Go right back home and sit alone.
Useful as a broken tool.
Sit at home you fucking fool.
Fool, Fool , Fool.