Exposed
Dare you really ask why?(I wrote this poem about you)
Without an alert advising refrain, no reference to disdain;
no wisdom from which to gain insight,
You would remain a hope, in vain, you dirty stain!
What a costly drain it was to obtain and sustain your pain.
Oh, that I might train even one, who will ascertain!
That is the main reason why! You must die, you lie.
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