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.
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