Intellectous
- When you try to speak
- Your words squirm in my ear.
- Even before your meaning hits me
- I’m afraid that it’s clear:
- Though you’re not bad enough
- To make my mind itself shrink
- When I wake tomorrow morning,
- It’ll burn when I think.
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- But you’re still chatting me up,
- This is a bad situation;
- Who knows what I’ll catch from
- Unprotected conversation.
- This is risky behavior
- But you think you’re profound;
- I wish you’d hold your tongue
- But still you wag it around.
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- I don’t know where you got it
- But the outcome’s the same:
- You just gave me a terrible
- Rash on my brain.
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- Listening to you has left
- Its mark on my mind
- That’s not a compliment –
- Your words are like parasites.
- I hope that there’s an injection
- Or a topical cream
- That can cure this infection
- That you’ve given to me.
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- It makes me think things
- That I know just aren’t true
- It makes me do crazy things
- Like keep talking to you
- It makes me want to pry open
- The top of my head
- And claw at the grey matter
- ‘Till the symptoms are dead
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- I don’t know where you got it
- But the outcome’s the same:
- You just gave me a terrible
- Rash on my brain.
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- Now, I dream of a day
- When Earth is idiot-free
- And in preventing the spread,
- Education’s the key.
- So the moral of the story
- If you’ll allow for suggestions:
- Don’t talk to strangers without
- Some kind of protection.
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- The surest way to avoid
- The pain of stupidity
- Is to avoid it’s prime source:
- You know, humanity.
- But for those that must converse,
- Please be safe. Like, for starters,
- Get your IQs tested,
- Both yourself and your partners.
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- I know we can prevent it
- But for now it’s a shame:
- You just gave me a terrible
- Rash on my brain.