A Rare Warning

The stem is the mother,
a stern one, no fright.
For she releases, her stream,
guarded by her might.

Her offspring, everyone may touch,
if they wish to take, just much.
Nothing more does her hide
so blissfully provide.

Then you, sharp wielder,
forget your doomed ways
and fuck yourself,
for a higher master she obeys.

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