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Scholar Bete Noire
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2005 Vomiting it up
On an overflow of gush words
To tap in some significance
On a “scholar” like yourself
Not some sappiness on depth
And the lyrics that chain along
With a cliché metaphor
You aren’t an ocean
Or a canyon
Cliché the world winds in their head
Out of circadian habit
Sweep the crumbs onto the floor
Condensate the common bete noire
Hurry onto senseless m24
Where the entrapment of anger is captivated
A photographer’s luxurious pastime
“Rhyme in the night time under the wind chimes”
Putrid rhymes stuck in a gutter
That’s the sum of rigid throats
Hypocrisy is over hated
When the amount of crocodile’s tears are duplicated
I used to believe in the mainstream intelligence
What a waste of an h20less sandbar crater
In our very own universe
