THE SINISTER FOOL
Continues with his plan
IN FOOLISH STREET,
While kindred souls log on -
FOOLISH INTEREST!
He wishes that one day they all could meet.
TO THIS FINE LOSER
Go the spoils of senseless conflict;
IN TOOTHLESS FIRE
That burns with empty flame,
THE LOONIES FIRST,
And then the sane, achieve his heart’s desire
SENIOR THIEF, LOST,
Who steals the love and wanders
IN THE SOFTER SOIL:
The dirt that’s left unturned,
FILTHIEST SOONER,
Cleanest later, the dream must never spoil.
ON THIS SOFTER LIE
Rely, but know the truth of it:
THE SNORT IF I LOSE,
The cheer if I win,
LONER OF THIS SITE
But owner of the fight that I will choose.
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