Speaketh thou of surly things
Few here can discern.
While so doing, surly beings
Find their cause to burn;
To tear down the very structure
On which we depend,
Causing a most violent rupture,
Hoping to all bend
To some crazy point of view,
Even demons shun.
But we’ve saved the best for you
Where ne’er shines the Sun.
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Silence of most vital things
Many and all us should learn.
In not so doing, we hurl
No butter for us to churn;
A great big butter up it is
On nothing can we depend,
seeking elusive volatile rapture,
Not a brow or nose extend
To sound wisdom, prudent view,
Diabolical minions dance in fun.
The worst is staring us in the face
A midday's sun, its shadow's grace.
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