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Idiots are the ones who clap
when faced with other idiots' crap.
Groupthink keeps their brains from falling
and their energy from stalling.
Please observe this CAVEAT
they're not happy with their lot.
From the shimmer of reflection
they perceive that imperfection
is what they do represent.
Thus it must be their intent
to dismantle and belittle
while they dribble hateful spittle,
often you will see them gather
slurring words into a lather
feeling as a herd quite strong
paint opponents as King Kong,
in an effort of converting
fellow idiots, all hurting,
battlecries can be effective
handing morons their directive.
In the end they can't be winners
intellectuals are grinners.
To JC I say: Naaaaah, na, na, naaah, na.
Herbert Nehrlich
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