Accustomed, idealized hyperspace
Life itself compared to some kind of pace
Pedantic, antisocial hypocrites
Life itself filled up with wit
Superheroes can fly
Superheroes can specify
Unspeaking,
In the meantime
This mediocre play
Unbroken
And the mind after producing
That once conceded
In all things the word find
You have the prudence
Must be written
Self-control
Must be excercized
Must be a limit
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