Too much, I feel the Stupid God in me,
Though I do strive to never let it be
The thing about me many people see.
But even though with all I have I fight,
Through me, the Stupid God still sees the light
Of day, and that of knowledge, that of right,
And I can feel it grow within my heart,
Feel it metastasize to other parts
Of me. It hurts. I know no healer's art
That offers refuge from the pain thus felt,
Trump-heavy hand from evil dealer dealt.
No picked-up bootstrap, nor either tightened belt
Suffices to provide me what I need
My warrior 'gainst the Stupid God to feed.
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