A book sullies the bathtub of a mind,
Bossily the biblical standards remind;
A bee drills into the ears of fortune,
My drum depletes the nervous energy.
Electricity systemizes the apparatus of nature,
Killing me afterwards with dung and drug;
The elephants or curers called doctors
Inhibit your breathing when examining.
A book becomes a guitar in the way of God,
Busy illness stays awake for hammers to explode,
The highway of sin enlarges the mouth once more,
With monster and mosquito on the way of pride.
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