Mix:
Selfishness
And foolish tricks,
Taking the wrong turn,
Envy, bitterness
And treating others badly.
However sad it tastes,
It cannot be too sad.
If it was you wouldn't make it.
The mix makes good
Of not-so-good
And not-so-good's not boring.
By measured dose of bad
You'll stop the reader snoring.
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