The End

here i go again
going about issues i need to feign
wrong begets wrong
it's otherwise unless you're strong

innocence is never an excuse
or a reason to blow your fuse
so many things i can't explain
this is why you are so arcane

why? you ask, this world is on you
everything sticks just like a glue
life is a circus in more ways than one
you can either be a clown or a hamburger bun

i am done with this charade
i was sincere and you just played
what was the word, hmm you did condescend
well that's it, THE END.

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