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Oh, how we praise the idiots of today.
We do not argue with them
For they will make our lives so wonderfully terrible.
Glorified only by their marvelous looks
Never for their wits.
We all have different circles
We will never be in theirs
For they are outstanding and too good for us.
We all love that we make them who they are.
Today they are greater than us
Tomorrow they will still be.
We only have hope that they will become better known
That no one is thanked for being intelligent
Only thanked for their jokes of stupidity that everyone loves.
Of course they will be the ones running the world one day.
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