Ignorance is my plight
Ignorance is my joy when it is populated
Ignorance is my pride when it’s spread large
Ignorant people miss details
Far too obsessed with their fairytales
Ignorance is bliss, it is my saving grace
Ignorance of others stops one from being humble
Arrogance sprouts, its roots being sturdy
Heads held high, with wicked smiles
The base has erupted, so have the tiles
We look for low and then lower than low
We are afraid of high
What if there is higher than our high
Comfort becomes luxury, because ignorant others are
Our education is higher, so myths start to form
Ignorance of others we hold dear to our heart
Ignorance of others is my happiness, my burden but my best!
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