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The Pursuit of Knowledge
Ah, Ozymandias, in college,
I think it was in English class,
still in pursuit of carnal knowledge,
struck up a convo with a lass.
I wasn’t sure about my chances;
my weak attempts, hardly advances,
did not at first amount to much.
But lyrics, rock, she liked as such.
I first impressed her with Tom Sawyer,
Rush, gilded cage, a Shakespeare riff,
and my performance, a bit stiff,
at least did not seem to annoy her,
and though I laid it on too thick,
Ozy and Ozzy did the trick.
