Posting paucity of quality on the global stage
Terminates opportunities for midgets
Who by mistake expose rabid rage on a pusillanimous page
Subtracting the last chance for servile subjects and attracting more rejects.
Wisdom in the cogent kingdom
Where proof pants through the roof
Enjoining loafers and scoffers aching from paucity of wisdom
To mount mediocrity in a Trojan horse's hoof.
Learn to crawl before you run
On thin ice where connoisseurs cruise to victory
Before a temperamental toddler claims the bun
He knows not blesses the frugal factory.
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Little limbo
Before misery overflows your quizzical cup
That neither supplies nor applies to substantial subjects a sigma symbol.
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