Why does anyone believe,
Someone's originality...
Can be successfully reproduced.
As if in the doing of theft,
Is one's right and moral obligation.
And people today are left to wonder,
Why their foolishness is accepted as nonsense.
And the seriousness of their abilities,
Is only perceived by those of equal limitation.
With a praising of mediocrity that sickens.
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