Do not mind me; I am just passing through.
Besides, Stupid already has enough
of people like you: residents without a clue.
The crowd here is too much for me to stay,
and I can hear my crowd calling me back.
They seek my advice for some inane design:
perhaps because I hang with you. The stuff
I know is close to understanding both
sides of the coin. They need me to relay
to them what boorish thoughts are like, but I’m
unsure of what they’d use it for. But then,
what good does drivel do for the grandeur’s growth?
I’d choose to wash my hands of it. The fact
is that again I find myself with squat.
Maybe I truly do belong, but when
I think about it, I would rather not
relinquish my ability to think.
not one of my best, but i like the random rhyme scheme i put into it. it's supposed to be insulting and make you think at the same time.
