Crazy Boring Poets

The normal are average,

it’s really not their fault.

They were born this way,

blood laced with salt.

 

They will give you up,

grind your bones with stone.

You thought you were with them,

but really you are alone.

 

Whatever you decide to do,

don’t tell them everything,

Their little minds can’t handle the truth,

at a time just tell them one thing.

 

A fate worse than death,

comes with their praise.

All it is that they seek,

is a wage with a raise.

 

The Sophists prefer the negative,

the Nihilists prefer nothing.

Poets may be a little bit crazy,

at least we’re not as boring.

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