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The Deeper the Meaning, the Higher the Stool
No ears walk in solitude
The deeper the meaning the higher the stool
Tremendous lines separated by the broom
Do you even know how far is the moon?
He says I can’t expand my brain
The way I see things are the wrong way indeed
I am the freak which people come to see
Not knowing there’s something behind my skin
Professor, can you tell me how to speak?
Clearly I am the one who has no ability
I said I am listening without any movement of lips
Did you even take the time to hear what I see?
He loses my words in his lack of visual attention
His mannerisms show his ignorant vision
But he stopped and said “I dislike your pretention”
And “Wannabe maybe you can be your own incision”
Professor, I love the way you calculate my mathematical thoughts
However you don’t know what is really going on
The lawyers and judges in your pocket control the world
Rapid whirlwind takes you on its form
Do you know what’s going on?
