True Appraisal
its not difficult to tread on my ego,
my organic id suffers from extensive swelling,
cold compresses to no avail,
juts out extends from here to eternity,
try not to trip over,
lest you gain my displeasure,
just commend and wow
False Philosopher
gibberish is what you taught,
to tell us of thought,
not what we ought,
cut off from reality,
drowned in meta-physics
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