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Your words so bleak so weak and infearer,
Your poise so without the simpliest of grace,
The only thing more repugnant than your crinkled face,
Is the mind in your crown made of straw and lace.
Tis truely thou art a Lord of Charlatans,
Tis truely ye be a degenerate of no worth,
A heart so weak and squeamish on this Earth,
Shall never ever in a millineum prosper.
Your poise so without the simpliest of grace,
The only thing more repugnant than your crinkled face,
Is the mind in your crown made of straw and lace.
Tis truely thou art a Lord of Charlatans,
Tis truely ye be a degenerate of no worth,
A heart so weak and squeamish on this Earth,
Shall never ever in a millineum prosper.
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