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Bullshit foolshit just another day
God helps those who help themselves
And a hand was held out quite a way

No more crap thanks, no more lies.
Make your honey traps in hollows
But bullshit only attracts the flies

Festering with maggots the induction of a line
And then another, another, dribble, dribble drown
And so on, an so on, and so and so til feeling fine

You notice a niggle, a familiar ring, a stirring trace
The paranoia speaks to your fragile ego
As someone else's mirror is held to your face

Ah,ah, ah now you're doing it again,
Need to read this fucker right just to make sure
This is not about me - but it is just the same

The mind is racing there's this queer feeling absurd
You can't put your finger on it or quite understand,
But for some strange reason it echos of turd

but codex-ers are a funny bunch as adept as we are
Too blind to see the truth about our work and too polite
To tear down another's hopes of Shakespeare

We put down our crystal tears in delicate cypher
We wash away the rain through rainbows of rhyme
Searching for the text a versifier would die fer

We silly things believe that our souls pour on the pages
alas it is nothing but our biases seeping through our brains
Carthardic indeed when you write your tears away like sages

Ah,ah, ah now you're doing it again,
Need to read this fucker right just to make sure
This is not about me - but it is just the same

Searching an inspiration in surfing dilettante's lines
And then another, another, dribble, dribble drown
And so on, an so on, and so and so til feeling finds

I feel lighter now,
This poem is about me you paranoid suck
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