I rather often find myself,
Looking round at faces,
Wondering who're Opussians,
If so, what are their places?
Anyone could be one of us,
An Opussian secretly,
Yet normal during daytime,
But Opuss makes them free.
Working with their briefcases,
iPods in their pockets?
Typing up an essay,
Whilst ranking quickly rockets!
Like spiderman we hide by day,
Opuss is our truth,
A little world for everyone;
The cultured and the youth.
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