I learned from a man without education
and another with PHDs' obligations.
The first was brilliant but turned an idiot.
The other is now a jerk but still a patriot.
To find my gold and silver, I'd follow the cold shiver
that runs down my spine to draw battle lines in the sand.
I must spin yarns with diamonds and silk!
I must split a yawn between lemons and sour milk!
I must trace the footsteps of my fears
and brace for the shore of fools near and dear.
Or I will never know my gifts or curse
that pull the strings of my heart and purse.
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