Disruptions and distractions driven by double
Dealing delect no one because they're bad
They drive and dispense trouble and rabble
Leaving teams of victims sad
No man or woman gladdens
When trains of pain and strain
Stress and distress tens or dozens
Of victims in vain
When sadists in their haste
To inflict pain succeed
In hurting and overhauling their best
Interests and feed
Self flagellation in a constellation
Of confusion that in the long run
Ruins their prospects for action
Necessary to silence sounds of a gun.
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