The Shaman

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Call me what you will, for only the Truth is barbed.
Call me a troublemaker when I ask the questions you don’t dare to.
Call me antisocial when I refuse to conform.
Call me a know-it-all when I’ve learned something you haven’t.
Call me a Clever Dick when I’ve seen something you’ve missed.
Call me arrogant when I show you how clear it was to see.
Call me stubborn when I refuse to subscribe to ignorance.
Call me heartless when I favour logic over emotions.
Call me evil when I don’t worship your gods.

And, in spite of what you might call me,
(Because I’ve been called it all before,)

Call me, as I know you will, because you always have:
Call me, when you seek solutions to your problems -

But don’t call me a fool, for it will only make a fool of you.
 – AMB

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