More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Those usual games of smearing names,
With innuendos and slurs...
To depict someone perverted,
Has begun to show torn fabric...
On values and standards,
Dipping into crevices...
Where those self righteous are observed.
Wallowing away as they play amongst themselves,
In the mud and dirt.
More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Only to prove...
Dupers who wallow away in the mud and dirt,
Are more often than not...
In the middle of the slop plopped they plan to plot!
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