Where are they?
Why should you wonder?
There are stupid people
Everywhere the sun is under
I’m one too,
I’ve been blundered.
I thought that I could change.
Did it work?
Well,
No,
I realized that the only being,
That I could change is myself.
Scoping their prey,
With solemn moods,
Is what stupid people like.
They are aroused when you,
The goody-two shoe,
Is in strife.
Why?
Why?
Why?
You say to yourself,
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