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Who you be?

Met this two headed whore in midtown

For skins, paid price, strapped up, tore it down

One head on my jewels, the other sucking

Working below stress, she wanted more

I’m wisdom, mention me next time.

“He who knows and knows he knows not;

He is simple—teach him.”

I dismissed her come on as yap.

Others left chains and rings for less

Diamonds and pearls served rich men

“Shut your gap. Knowledge is power.”

Was this trapping of my education?

“He who knows not and knows not

He knows not; he is a fool—shun him.”

“At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;

Knows it at forty and reforms his plan;

At fifty chides his infamous delay

Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;

In all the magnanimity of thought

Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.”

I laid Edward Young, Night Thoughts on her

“He who knows and knows not he knows;

He is asleep—wake him.”

Walking proudly, left a tip on her stand

Lost in the trap, she hurled what I’d given

Failing to understand, calling my offering

Nothing more than chump change

Accusing me of bringing false blessing

“He who knows and knows he knows;

He is wise—follow him.”