Why should we lean on the frame,
Like zombies down the stream,
Because of the virtues we overcame,
To live and rave in bold shame,
My dear brother, Take the blame.
Why should we act Jerry and Tom,
Inside the shadow of the room,
Talking so fast to keep the warm,
Rules ain't simple at all at home,
My dear sister, take the blame.
Why should we wait to whim,
Over the waters we took to swim,
That when drown we seek to hum,
But suppose onlookers won't come,
My dear daring, take the blame.
Be discerning like a flame,
Then stand careful to trim,
Anything that equals sweet shame,
Happy are those who aspire doom,
For they shall take the blame.
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