Ignorance: An Acrostic
Dedicated to "BoomBrocoli"/"Renegade Giratina"
Conceived Saturday September 15, 2012
Ignorance is like a toaster:
Grabbing on to the soft, white bread of truth,
Never letting go, never trying to accept it.
On fire, its insides yearn for the taste of burnt,
Ravaged, black toast
And corrupted, hard untruths.
Never knowing that no matter how distorted and burned and
Charred the truth may be, it will remain,
Evermore, leaving ignorance clogged and smoking and burnt.
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