Excuses (a poem you`ll have to recite if your Dean or a member thinks you`re giving an excuse to something) Excuses are the tools of the weak and incompetent. Used to build monuments of nothingness. Those who excel in it seldom excel in anything else but excuses. The Unanswerable Question (for when you don`t know the answer) My head is made of african ivory, tennesee marble, case, hard, and still. Which serves as an impregnable barrier to all that which speaks to impress itself on the convulsions of my cerebral. That is to ay that I am dumb. Damn dumb and do not understand big brother sir. Do to the fact (a poem for when you are asked why you don`t know) Do to the fact that I am uninformed to the highest degree of accuracy. I hesitate to articulate for fear that I may deviate to the highest form of restitution. sir.
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