The misnomer referred to as common-sense
Is un-common and quite often spurious
That we bestow on ourselves this idea-pretense
Makes logical thinkers most furious
Common-sense, does it really exist?
Can it be smelled, felt or seen?
How can we know who really has it
And if having it, brands them as keen?
Common -sense can lead you astray
And very often distraught
With conclusions most false when figured that way
Unless logically partnered with thought
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