For a sweet sip of sovereign truth
Liars lilting their tilted tastes
Insensitive apathies in jest inflates
Malice dark and unforeseen
Forked tongues licking fearful air
Like carrion crows to carcass fairs
A Jack in its bedazzled box:
Mad fibs of thieves, clown faced mobs.
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