filth and wisdom

The soilent dirty fingerprint of a jack of all trades has inspired to put out the flames of the ignorant few. The curse befalls onto me; you abhorrent few. I curse and cast a spell on you irrelevant thing- your cursed face has scared the youth. I put on a different face and mesmerized a few. Now it is unimportant who plays a role. You cannot portray me without my permission that I have not granted to you.

Without the key to my heart I'm only dragging my feet till I transition. I know what you perceive but you are mistaken. I know plenty, I know I can look good when I want other times... I stay to myself till I do. I won't obey you. I don't bow to No one beneath me.

Only to the king that will make me shreek and spit wisdom in me.