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Be it not me to tell a fool he is a fool Does he know he dances naked in Red square Caked in white ochre he twirls around like in a weaving spool Spouting delusions nonsensically, he lays his befuddled simple mind bare As he jumps up then he spins, sways, bends, twists, then pirouette like its cool Be it not me to say he has a stub for a tool For many are crazed by this affliction of what's down there Becoming tin gods, tyrants and oppressors, in a cruel merciless rule Heaven helps the gifted, for the thimble oppressor becomes riddled with fear Hurling anger and loathing, envy and jealousy, whilst enraptured with the mind of a ghoul Be it not me to give credence to the antics of a fool Plainly, we do not dance to same tune, nor have similar tunics to wear For even in our world of plenty, many hapless lives are shut down by a little tool Be it with wicked slander or iron sharpened or blazing fire, smallness knows little cheer Clothed, naked or dancing in white ochre, a stub can cause insanity not taught in Medical school.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Atlantic Dancing
Be it not me to tell a fool he is a fool Does he know he dances naked in Red square Caked in white ochre he twirls around like in a weaving spool Spouting delusions nonsensically, he lays his befuddled simple mind bare As he jumps up then he spins, sways, bends, twists, then pirouette like its cool Be it not me to say he has a stub for a tool For many are crazed by this affliction of what's down there Becoming tin gods, tyrants and oppressors, in a cruel merciless rule Heaven helps the gifted, for the thimble oppressor becomes riddled with fear Hurling anger and loathing, envy and jealousy, whilst enraptured with the mind of a ghoul Be it not me to give credence to the antics of a fool Plainly, we do not dance to same tune, nor have similar tunics to wear For even in our world of plenty, many hapless lives are shut down by a little tool Be it with wicked slander or iron sharpened or blazing fire, smallness knows little cheer Clothed, naked or dancing in white ochre, a stub can cause insanity not taught in Medical school.
yenson
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M/London
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
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