Crooked words,
Unfair slant
Shallow coverage,
A fundamental difference in styles
Comprehension a hoax,
Listening properties split,
Straining in the spot here
Life lessons learned remotely,
On an island only he occupied
In this space he cries silently,
Tears dry, streaming water nearby
No flow, hardly doing fine
It's the words, why have some become so corrupted?
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