Some people do not spend their time building castle in the air,
Some people do not stay alone for a while in a pensive chair.
What do they think about life?
Is there not time left in rife?
Sometimes they ridicule others,
They brag and look for vantage,
Often they mar others' face,
Ensconcing themselves in cave, save damage.
Is this your summum bonum and your end?
If not, what d'u think about it my friend?
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