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VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE
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SOCIAL BUTTERFLY
You say you’re a victim of circumstance
All your problems arisen by pure chance
You whined about unfairness
Your words were so careless
But masses still reject your sullen glance
The Gauntlet Is Cast
We discovered a loud poet from new york
who commingled his rhetoric with raw pork
no one paid him much mind
being truth spoken inclined
they sealed off the uncooked with a cork.
or
decided the bard was a dork.
or
dropped the red meat from their fork.
allets :D
go with dork. It's a word
go with dork. It's a word that needs to appear in more poetry.