Your title given, means not a thingNor a solution, does it bring
Your perception tainted, by my name
Your vision clouded, does not change
How can you, be spoken too?
When by a single word, you become confused?
Lost from reason you chase the goal
To prove your worth down a rabbit whole
And all the while professing that,
You see all the things that I lack
What the understanding are to do
When constrained by the likes of you
Prey for relief I have done
But to be released from your stupid pun
I want not, of your childish games
Or a stupid given name
Only to be relieved, from you
Your smell repugnant, to quiet a few
Nothing is their left to say
But that you leave me in disarray
For the words that I lack
A quote Laozi will I extract
“My words are very easy to know, and very easy to practice; but there is no one in the world who is able to know and able to practice them.”
Complex I’m sure, for quiet a few
Because reality, do they eschew
Perception that you think perceived
Lack that which is in deed.
My Alter Ego;
Philo Lapis
Alexander Pope An Essay on Criticism
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