My swerving is my duty,
Duty forbade me, to turn,
To turn it persuades me.
For the dutiful ones apologise
For misdirection,
And managed men are like
Contours,
And managers are the controllers.
For them duty was a complete
Mockery, but duty was an abolition
Of duty.
The same standard has occurred,
For the professional professors
Are obtained due to alacrity
That appears in the opera
Of the eye and learning of its.
Duty is to complete the educated man
With duty to be tonnes of distance,
The ride is of ivory,
The ride is gruelling and tougher
Than the butter of duty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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