Intelligence is no longer of interest
It is bounded
Finite
Obsolete
As my grandma's skirt
I study stupidity
Feel its stretch
At every street corner
Like an alcohol breath
That violates my nostrils
Or some dirty hands
Beating me on the shoulders
I study stupidity
Its desperate cry
Could knock down
Even the mountains
Soon it will attack
Each cell
Of us....
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