Stay away
To you the
Modern and civilised,
Academics, diplomats…
Please take your funnels
From tip, not wide set
And shove it in yourself.
I rebel standards
To follow Steve Job
And others that you call: "Illiterate,
To Negro and savage or backward! "
I love them more than your
Lifeless, cold, curriculum.
I want to take part in
Race with the nightingales
Sing near flowers
To salute the nature.
Hey dummy, unaware
Of truth, real sense,
Try hard to hone on
The facts that are around
To form and shape your mind.
Therefore you, honestly,
Must shove what, to you is
Science and scientific.
Go get lost and out of
My lovely pure sight;
I cherish both my eyes.
I want them to observe
The sea of white-grey
Seas, cascades and trees
In plains and mountains.
Yes, you can, if you want
Say: "He is of savages! "
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