But you don't know a thing at all,

You're utterly clueless,

Only seeing what's right in front of you.


Tell me,

How is this possible?


Your mama and papa,

Were such intelligent people,

So how did they manage to produce you?


A being that can't look in front of them,

Can't figure out the simplest problem,

That is the definition of stupid.


I feel sorry for them,

Having you as a child,

That must be a punishment,

From god himself.


So hear me,

Good riddance,

I dont need someone,

As clueless as you in my life.





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