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
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