Insecurities to champion them,
Leaves those who promote...
A choice to provoke others,
Into choosing with druthers...
To prove themselves,
Not dependent on immaturity...
Seek the company,
Of the ones more secure.
Who have long left behind,
A need to keep feeding...
Upon obvious childish misdeeds,
Just for the purpose...
For an attention to get,
Not received...
When no one noticed to care,
Their diapers were wet.
And left to go unchanged.
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