the wizened, weaseled, wasted mind
stood alone in distance from it's kind
the reek, the stench of leprous intent
the gurgling place where thoughts ferment
the pseudo mind with pompous breath
all arrogance and stolen wealth
puffing code the thoughts are tame
and hide behind a veil of shame
the moon it rose in its minds eye
prompted it to leave its sty
the pseudo soul stole others glory
intruded in anothers' story
malice drowned the human sun
spoiled a game and called it fun
the pith that lies within that breast
will always falter at true test
to have a thought to call its own
truly inspired by itself alone
is a feat beyond the empty pot
of the red eyed, raving weresnot
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fubsnot
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