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sometimes even I wish I was foolish when I see the nonsense and I just want to serve him a dish but I'm too precious for this maybe I'm a narcissist but I'm an optimistic pessimist and I do talk to peasants I insist I'm being Pleasant my presence is a present resent me and I'm leaving cement in your stocking what I meant is I don't mean and I'm not spent I don't demean I don't demand even though I am the man I've been firmly planted in the sand that's my playground don't play around you'll get lost and then found