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Poor Impotent Fool

Poetry By: Iskah E Shirah
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Not the same Fool as in The Prince, the Fool, and the Monster.


Submitted:May 22, 2013    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Poor, impotent Fool,
Brought to maturation under
Anger,
Temper,
I-Am-Better-
Than-Thou-My-Good-
Sir,
Lies and sexing-toxins that
Unsex what you Should Have Been
If all were
Right
And
Fair
And
True;
My Fool, poor Fool,
Who learned in
School what it
Really means to
Deliberately Know Nothing in the
Name of
Knowing Everything there is to
Know,
Who
Lost so much and
Gained so little
In a place where the
Reverse is
Supposed to happen;
Poor Fool, poor Fool!
who insists that
Wisdom is Mine
when it's
Nothing of the Sort
and
You Don't Know It,
who has
Lost All
and
Gained All
not at
And thinks that Wisdom is there,
Who thinks himself Wise,
Who thinks all is Fair-
Poor Fool! Damn Fool!
Open your eyes, and
SEE that
You need me
More than you know!
Can't you see?
Is your door not yet broke?
Do you still have a place to hide from me?
Don't you want a greater thing-
perhaps
to
be
FREE
from
What
you
have
Made
yourself
to
be?





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