Knowing-by the geniuses

Quick thoughts I type them out.

I don't know what they'll be about. 

I want to sow and let them grow. 

No time for revision. It's my vision.

As I transition in thoughts I realize.

I don't know nothing. 

No deeper understanding. I'm at a high academic standing

But i don't know a single thing. 

I'm bilingual in mind 

I sit down and i grind my intelliletuctual sharpness  

so I can harness it. 

But i don't know nothing.

at least I know that otherwise

its just a guise. 

Misinforming and pooorly educating masses. 

They call me a genius because I know we know nothing. 

 

 

 

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