Not on this planet of regrets and secrets
Will you reap roses rendered by tenderness
Genuinely juxtaposed just next door to a lack of threats
Simulated so cleverly it supplies plies of hallowed happiness
Because by elicited endeavour and behavior brigades
Made of mere mortals
Grow grouches and throw thimble threads and give gripe grades
As your termly totals
No matter how much you toil and moil
In their factories, firms and federations
Where minds made up long ago oil
Gears and gongs whose preoccupations
Determine, define and disregard
Your performance in romance
And in any rosy regard
Because to them you represent and symbolize a distinct daily disturbance.
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