a jailer's a prisoner
wherefore he jails other
when in gaol his liberties linger?
a gaoler's a gaolbird:
for he's a culprit of his own ugly head.
why, so, think your eyes are crystal clear
to see such a hole on another's robe
when your cassock and aprons are loathsome and tattered?
oh! such a lovely caution from a righteous Lord:
Matthew the seventh chapter verse number one.
lo, shelve your febrile fury
to free your faith from filthy flaws!
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