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556. The Exit

I am confused by what I know
My brain spins in awkward disarray
Though intelligent I feel not smart
My existence so inconsequential on this day
No game show wizard have I been
A petty loser on games that have you think
Though I’ve managed to fool them all
The façade of intelligence has pushed me to the brink
With a promotion looming and a career at stake
The need for me to perform has just now come
No longer can I pretend to know my job
No doubt my residence will soon be a lowly slum
So I’ll swallow hard and go right on
Showing no fear to those who guess I doubt
For I shall survive as I’ve always done
Eager to push those smarter to the exit out


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