Embrace any hand of worship or brand of friendship
That pops up to seek to hug life abundant
From beneath a hay stack where a relationship
Strayed and stayed until it grew redundant
So tired in a mire of social and antisocial intrigues
Trampled upon by rants and tyrants who scramble
For the latest bimbo in tiniest mini fatigues
That confuse and abuse meandering minds that grumble
Ramble and fail in a pail to scramble to safety
Cos prudery and drudgery piety portray lechers as humble
Blessers who donate creature comforts to poor cohorts in all honesty
While their prime motive and meme are to waylay
Any fly that strays into a spider web without discernible delay.
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