A poem of plagiarism

I ain’t ever going to shake ’em anymore–these

higher but yet inaccessible circles of intellect and genius. 

There is no middle choice, no escape, no neutrality, so

we should go forth on the shortest walk prepared to send back our embalmed hearts, for it

is easier to seek such easy substitutes such as love, charm, kindness, charity … 

but there is no substitute for competence.

 

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