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They made the child fat, they thought, 'Let him be cute' ,
then no matter of dispute,
he was taller than all his age-mates, laterally, of course,
had a crown on his head, virtual, of course.
the child was happy, his parents too, without refute.

Time grew older,
high would reach his shoulder,
he won't fit anymore in that folder,
Each moment he learned he was in no land of wonder,
childhood:jolly, adolescence:sombre.

He was forlorn,
thick man in a thin company,
thick thick thick, oh, so sick!
He pleaded,
"Make me thin, free from sin."

That perpetually dejected creature would now turn to his creators,
and ask, "What now? What more could I have achieved? I'm the earth's tumor,"
And they said, " Stand tall, look bright, son. Couldn't you use it for humor!"

Randomness

When you know that your knowledge isn't at the right place to become known, you know everything.

Record Number: Zero

But, you knew that knowing is drowning,
So, know more and drown,
The glass shows a clown,
No matter how much you frown,
Data does not bring a crown.

Therefore, release, if you please,
Release, if you might,
Art, unintended, is the most arty sight.

Decoration is adulteration,
Dilution of creation.
However, if accepted, lauded, positively nodded,
Criticism sneaks out of comprehension.

Whatever you gathered, whatever ran through those pages,
if you could taste,
you'd know it's the air you breathe in,
And, breath out, without tasting, in haste.