The April Fool tramples his path
Running roughshod through this world
Joyous conceit
Close-minded and haughtily assured
Gilded, unperturbed
Dazzled masses froth over such trappings
The success, the power, the sprawling paper card manse propped up on the hill
How do I get mine?
Follow the April Fool
For he knows not he knows nothing
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