The stupid moron
inside of me
barks for poison
as he swings from the tree
of the fruit of knowledge
of stupid and smart
I no longer know what this is
but could it really be art?
How I hate you stupid moron
I’d like to force feed you
arsenic and boron
wouldn’t it be great to be free
the only problem is the stupid
moron is me
I keep saying I’ll
keep him in the box
the moment I doze off
the stupid moron talks
I’m afraid I’m going to
just have to learn
to live with him and try to
cope when it’s his turn
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