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If Kierkegaard and Hegel madder thy game
And preeminent transliterates make thee lame
While fabulists and parsings singe and maim
Then World's Smartest Man must be thy name.
If protuberances vacillate to bobble thy aim
And mere ingots of whorls can seize thy dame
And with messianic flogging you never came
Then World's Smartest Man must be thy name.
Hawking whose nadirs are bilged with fame
Can't hold a fissure to thy flagellating flame
And tho bastions of gamines will n'er be the same
The World's Smartest Man is now thy name.
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