Old Eccentrics Versus The Fake New Breed Of Poseurs
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I like the old eccentrics,
With their extravagant talk,
And their outdated ways.
They are far more preferable
To me than the designer breed:
Who converse in clichés;
Filled with a thousand fancies;
Blown by the winds of fashion;
Devoid of any real meaning.
How I despise their kind.
Give me nuance and style,
Rather than garish colour.
Give me wit & wisdom,
And the art of conversation,
Rather than bovine grunts
Give me subtle recognition,
And finely honed philosophy,
Rather than fake hysteria.
Bu şiiri puanla
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