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Have you ever wanted to meet a genius?
A genius?
I would love to have a chat and have a cup
Of tea with him.

We would talk bout politics and sex machines
And Libertines
Drinking tea in weekend pubs, lighting bulbs
On murder scenes.

Any geniuses call me anytime
550-32-76
Go!

Have you ever wanted to meet a genius?
A genius?
I would have him write my songs, sing-alongs
That last for long.

Geniuses don’t die they just hide
In fields of rye
When humanity denies the laws of life
They sit and cry.

Geniuses! Quit your crying!
Better come out and fucking help us!
Damn you clever melancholics!
Shit! Why am I so dumb?!

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