Feign A Brain

The ink creates steamy silhouettes on the paper…

These symbols are no more than an optical illusion,

There is no message hidden in their vapor…

Or is this a smoky lie, a plot to cause confusion?

The shadows speak to any who view:

“Don`t attempt to find substance in us;

There is only stupidity - emptiness too,

We are like a choir without a chorus.

Keep reading then, if you have decided, you would…

We will leave you mind divided – the same way:

A falling axe could cleave – easily – through wood.

Do you imagine a calling in anything we say?

All we will bring (if even this much, we should):

Is collusion and such – poorly written word play.

There is no reason, you should continue with reading-

Steak without season, is on the menu, each of us is bland.

Everything your eyes have heard is lacking true meaning;

Not worth tracking – there`s no sort of lesson on hand.

Come! Come! These fragments. Erratically streaming,

Will only grammatically lessen, your verbal command.

Fine! Since you followed the end lines, line by repetitive line;

We suppose we can attempt to impart something worth rhyme:

To create tons of confusion, follow this each simple rule:

Use us daily, along with a fusion ignorance and intelligence -

Be intellectually inclined but act out the role of the fool

(Or, put another way; be educated, but sound really dense.);

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To blend in with the crowd: wear a perplexing shroud,

Sit quietly, looking lost, and never boasting aloud.

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Write like a mule in each public diffusion -

And execute prowess, in solitary revision.”

Composed By: Andrew Drucker