Many lost this match of vivacity, spirits virtuous.
Good morals worth nothing in today’s world,
Conniving constantly to mound individual worth.
Rats willing to stab chum and companion’s hind.
Although aid was known, sinful cravings won.
Tricks and fabrications run along roundabout backs,
malicious mortals skulking to gain footing in this domain.
It brands my stomach with sickly acid day by day.
What of poor, truthful folk? Various and slim naturally
an uncommon amount triumph and flourish.
But not all says god, not all says chair,
Command scrawny in my mind, happy as
Coin and dollar fill grimy,smutty pockets
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