My eyes have seen
As my ears have heard
Of presidents and loyalties
On great height come tumbling;
Seen principled knocked to shred
The firm safeguard of celibacy ripped
By psyche soiled by greed and gluttony:
How then could it be that such one with?
Such much means, power just toy cracked
In delicate stream to quench prickly taste:
How could it be that one of such wherewithal?
Could refrain, remain, from getting intoxicated?
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