was far from the norm, He was seen by the people as a freak. He values his peace. He is devoted to thought. This is his release. Nothing finer could be bought. As peace is a need This need is his fate. Attempting to run from greed, On simplicity he would concentrate. He never felt the peace That he needed to feel. He would never cease To search for whats real. If work was completed According to plan, It should not be repeated By a frustrated man. The only exception For such repetition Is the struggle for perfection, Or the folly of a politician. When he did a deed, When he found satisfaction, He could see no need For any further action. If nothing was there broken Or no deed to be done, No answer to be spoken, Then action was there none. If there is no disruption And everything seems in balance, Wasteful action is corruption Of the purest talents. A problem of complexity Needs a simple solution. A mind in perplexity Is lost in convolution. Now for the girls question, He felt he knew, really. He had a suggestion, And he offered it freely. A weary sun will hide To give a new night birth. The sun then goes to the other side Of our blessed Mother Earth. The problem seemed to be solved. The great man saw this. He went to get involved. For attention he could not miss. The freaks words had merit. An advantage had been gained, But the great man could not bear it. His status must be maintained. The freaks words he twisted With his eloquent speech. His charisma could not be resisted. It was he who would teach. He took the freaks idea And made it his own. No man would be right Except he alone. He devised his own story Using the freaks word. He would take the glory And make the freak seem absurd. He is not entirely correct. The great man thus began. I mean no disrespect But I am, of course, a great man! He was on the right track. This I wont deny. What truth may he lack, I will attempt to supply.
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