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She had problems with all her men,

And boys, oh the boys,

And her own mother's gaping hole asking bretheren,

To demonstrate whares and toys.

He was a neophyte in a grand stadium,

But still she beckoned his attention though to him tedium.

The young lad could well have been a championn of earth,

But drugs, alcohol and greed forced seed the lonely birth.

I would wish him well, it is a sport of Greatness,

And too the fitness essential decimates the lesser,

And knowing the cruel twisted path may be alpha or beta,

O the man who can march with heaven as father and mother dead earth no rest.

But such those that shall covet away their demons and weaknesses profited,

At home nothing comes sweet or tasteful offered.