Days may pass,
Weeks may pass,
Years may pass,
And yet no recognition of,
The stupidity running our minds
It can be ignorance,
With no help for a race,
Fools walk with fools,
In order to inquire there foolishness,
For it is there wish,
To admit it in their works.
Most become reluctant,
When guided to the best,
Their mouth is like a parrot,
Excreting the concept in their heart,
Pretending to be British accent,
But only pride fills them.
Let's open our minds,
For the best to enter,
Adhere to the changing words,
Which act as a stepping stone,
To the marvelous world of best riches.
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