#61) Stuck on Stupid

Stupid is as stupid does; stupid still can’t see my love

It slapped him thrice across the face, yet still away, his feet did race

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Stupid ignores the obvious, but holds tight to preposterous, notions of an unchained wrist, and a life devoid of lover’s bliss

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Stupid is such a stubborn dolt; he wears denial out like a coat

Threadbare it is from overuse—I imagine he’ll wax an old recluse

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Stupid is far more fickle than, the waves that steal each grain of sand

He knows not what to ask of me, and so pollutes all clarity

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In any action he may take, to widen each and every break

Already in my dying heart, which suffers daily for my art

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Stupid isn’t really dumb, but he is blinder than my thumb

And wholly deaf must he be, for never can he hear from me

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The piercing sounds of anguished screams, as his words crush my wishful dreams

The brutal cracking of the mask, I’m forced to don when he skips past

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Stupid has a heart of gold, he guards so fierce I’ll never hold

It’s worth as much as drops of life, and won’t be won through foolish strife

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