"knowall" poems
Fill my mind with ideas, ideals
Epiphanies or banana peels
Push my back with a helping hand
Grace my cheek with fist
A sponge, I soak up everything
Assassinate me or assist
My ears are always open
Though do not always understand
I must hear every argument
To grasp that helping hand
Fill my mind with ideas, ideals
Epiphanies or banana peels
Ignorance is bliss
How often it's been stated
Though I'd prefer to know everything
As bliss is overrated
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 6:15 AM UTC