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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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