It's true that finding knowledge brings no ease,
But makes one able to see the disease
That's spread by Stupid God and works to please
All they who would in ignorance remain.
Such people care not one whit for the pain
They give to others, so long as they gain
In lucre and the things that lucre buys,
Such purchases as are Stupid God's guise.
Upon unwary shoppers part relies
Of plans to further Stupid God's design,
Of plans to mind's advancement undermine--
And all the while do many think it fine.
But I, at least, still Stupid God resist,
Though I well know it always will exist.
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