Know-It-All

No photographic memory No genious qualification Just too much information He started off with little But it grew and grew and grew A little bit more With every step At every single station Rattling around inside his head A clever brewing force To a quick un paid vacation I don't think he had the patience Bouncing words between his ears Like the knowledge of a nation I guess he simply knew too much He thought of simply Giving into his final destination But knowing all he knew, he knew It lead to his damnation Whick lead to many troubled years of extreme procrastination So to free his mind a moments time There was constant masterbation But it only left him wanting more What absurd exasserbation So he was left with just suggestions To answers with no questions So much pent up frustration What a sticky situation