Stealthy
You call me stealthy,
As if it is a crime,
Even the dead carries secrets to their graves,
So what is my crime?.

You sent checkers,
To check on me ,
And still you don't know the secret,
Just give up.

You call me dunces
I know I am and am proud of it
No need to tell my colleagues
Because they know already.

I cultivate myself to be palatable
And being a dunces is not my fault
It is an obstacle I must tackle
So don't think that you can know the secret because am a dunce.

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I know it has been a while