knowledge is not a cubicle;
ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle,
corrugated roof of worn wits
damp drips, drizzles illusion spits
neither is knowledge a haven;
hoisted hell, callous clips cloven
la-de-da lake retention dug,
choked to brim by cursed current- lust
nosy knowledge is not heaven;
forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven
fame's pulchritude, honour's specter,
voluptuous variance of blisters
knowledge is a luminary;
hops into wits, then fumes instinct.
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Note: of nosy knowledge.
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