It isn't a pencil
mouth trouser,
you wear nor
those flashy
underwears.
It's inside!
Your lolly can't
afford it, you might
be a masquerade,
but it's ephemeral.
Edi ologhi!
You can hide it for
two, three, four weeks
but surely, you must
put it on.it's in you.
Ononimeh!
Traits are not sold,
even with your
trillions...you can't
buy it.
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