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Known Unknown I recognize my ignorance, Which means that I don't know. But I also keep up vigilance When knowledge is bestowed. It may be an annoyance, To learn what was unknown, But also should be joyous To see how much you've grown. A full eclipse of mind Obscures all but the rind Encrusted by the grime and dust It's swelling from the stress inside It looks like it might bust The solution: Electrocution. I want my tukey fried. The evolution: Resolution. I think I almost tried. The conclusion: Absolution. I guess I haven't died. From confusion To inclusion With those to whom I'm tied. Metaphorical deformity Malformation of the mind Forms a horrible majority Of my metaphysical bind These words are meaningless It occurs to me this **** Has never meant a thing To anyone with wit This constant flatulence An endless pattern since Who the fuck knows when Cues my shit again My art is all a farce A heart dissolved in parts Some rotten, putrid flesh Forgotten, stupid, vexed I wish I wasn't born But quickly just adjourned Verbosity's a curse Whose rot gets only worse The Past and the Present, Though neither are pleasant, Both make me the person That I am today The Future that comes, As the clock blindly runs, Must be held by the reigns So it won't run away

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Known Unknown I recognize my ignorance, Which means that I don't know. But I also keep up vigilance When knowledge is bestowed. It may be an annoyance, To learn what was unknown, But also should be joyous To see how much you've grown. A full eclipse of mind Obscures all but the rind Encrusted by the grime and dust It's swelling from the stress inside It looks like it might bust The solution: Electrocution. I want my tukey fried. The evolution: Resolution. I think I almost tried. The conclusion: Absolution. I guess I haven't died. From confusion To inclusion With those to whom I'm tied. Metaphorical deformity Malformation of the mind Forms a horrible majority Of my metaphysical bind These words are meaningless It occurs to me this **** Has never meant a thing To anyone with wit This constant flatulence An endless pattern since Who the fuck knows when Cues my shit again My art is all a farce A heart dissolved in parts Some rotten, putrid flesh Forgotten, stupid, vexed I wish I wasn't born But quickly just adjourned Verbosity's a curse Whose rot gets only worse The Past and the Present, Though neither are pleasant, Both make me the person That I am today The Future that comes, As the clock blindly runs, Must be held by the reigns So it won't run away

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