Fleers and Flouts
Frightened by the wave
Pressure from tidings
Eyes popped with claim
With mouth wide open
In dismay of found fact
No longer coveted
Now exposed as coverted
wolf in sheep's clothing
Fans you boast
Blindfolded with obsolete
Identity lacking rationality
Never again will they wail
As your doom shines
In cupidity you craved
Feeble may I seem
Cheap may I sound
Try, test and see?
That assumed fart
Now turns faeces
No excuses, please!
Oh, throw not the spoiled
Just wash and wear
It suits and smarts
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