A fool and his money
are easily parted,
This is a truth I have
lately
Come to see in actions
and events,
From the dawn of the
early rising,
To now where my recollections
are,
Fond, pale,
overshadowed, yet still surprising.
Toil in the paranoia
for even the rich,
Fools don’t just wear
the colloquial rags,
Some of us live life
at a level
Struggling to find the
reason for it all.
Who might be this
unseasoned fool?
Where being like
everyone else is so
Awfully cool!
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