I could do some searching and get back to you with the truth
But I waste less time fabricating information
Regurgitation is an obligation
That I must follow through
So I cut down on hours
I'll come up with something that might be right for you
But no one can be sure because the sources are circumstantial
And the witnesses second hand
I picked them up and gave them a place to stay
Now they will affirm all the things I say
Anyway what's the difference between a genius and a bum
Messy hair and harried look?
All they need is a newer suit
But even that needn't be worn.
And who are you anyway?
And who am I for that matter?
Does it matter?
It doesn't matter.
This does not matter
And now we choose
The way to lose
Run into it straight on
Or sputter out of use.
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