Curse of Difference
Let me not be an individual
And set myself aside from others
I’m a deviant, an outlier
I don’t expect fans and admirers
Diction, syntax, and autocorrect
The only parables I’ll come to respect
With a speck of death…It’s on the cerebral
Simple minds must read twice, they’re remedial
Miscomprehending the facts by the meaty full
To a lesser source of knowledge under media control
History’s greatest mysteries on display to be examined
The answers and truths hath been taken for granted
But it seems linguistics have taken a dive
Immortal souls still struggle to reveal the lies
Behind contextual walls dating back to ancient times
Why can’t every year be a time to be alive?
No one asks questions just question the asker
Emphasis on riches and what the cash is for
No one knows how to spend it, it’s no surprise
Everyone get a chance to practice with time
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