Your myopia will kill credence!
It trims to zero your reputation
Puny precedence in diffidence
A curse waylaying your orientation.
Time to change tack
Try a new paradigm
If you hope get from a wall your back
Whether it earns your dollar or a dime.
So long as new measures grow you strong
In the face of adversity
As you veer away from the wrong
Creeping into life in Strumpet City
Where you carouse
Doze off
By mundane mistake you espouse
Measures you ought to scoff
To renew vigour and rigour
They built you up not long ago
When your fingers trembled at the touch of the trigger
You now can no longer forgo
Balance blurs
Sapience suffers
Speech slurs
Odious oddities become favourite offers
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