Those who don't get,
The 'It' of life.
Won't.
Or become conscious,
Of what that 'It' is...
To miss what does not,
For them has meaning to exist.
And for those with 'It' to have,
Possessed.
Sometimes life can be stressful.
When this 'It' is wished,
To share with others.
Who could care less what that 'It' is.
With them left to perceive,
Those with 'It' ain't all 'That'!
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