if it's not implicit
you always miss it
irony is beyond your reach
and i'm too tired to teach
you let the thread drop
come to a dead stop
and stand there scratching your head
what was that i said?
as if with the ceiling and floor gone
you float in a vacuum, you moron
suffocating on a lack of understanding
yes, it's unfair that i'm so demanding
but i struggle hard to expand my mind
and i come to you and what do i find?
someone capable but lazy and unenthusiastic
i look at you and know that something drastic
has to happen or you'll keep getting worse
you must rehearse, or is it just a curse?

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