Fool
You cant fool me as you call me a pupil
I am in disguise a genius to flatter
Upon my destiny , “oh I sit pretty”
In my armed chairs with brown hair
you think they don’t live? As you strive
to be something you’re not, mentioning
illustrating and conjugating
I’d say I accept you as you fall to what calls you
Out of my mouth spurring into action
Whats so frivolous of me is not whats pouring out of me,
Its in what I don’t say that mocks me the most.


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