Let the men of this world succumb to virtues
Belonging to the wise extractors with tone;
The cartoons of the air shall recite
To the masses for support and details.
In this familiar discussion area we condemn
The practices of unions and selfless helpers;
The real shows are fought on television,
Sought by the young and old, as a weapon.
This deluge of bitten qualities pervades the agitators,
They secretly conspire to damage our morale
So then peace restores the heart with sickness,
A frail and fearful surmise has been granted.
These are the notions of the complete,
Ones who admire that engineer and this doctor,
Like a solution of acid and water,
With the solute of something bitter.
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