Tie your noose and kick down your stool.
You've died and become an irrelevant fool.
Everyone who's anyone is dead,
empty vessels left instead.
Jump from the cliffs of conformity
and society will wait smiling morbidly.
Run from the unknown of originality
and be left with the absence of personality.
Hold yourself under in a lake of minnows
and you'll never be a bird chirping from the willows.
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