How easy it is to love Enemies
You care that they learn how to handle Life
Yet it is not for nothing the Furies
Eases the Day from the Evening makes Shine
Most of what is lost is automated
While Winners are Discrete and make small Sounds
The contender is worried about volume.
How much for whom and by whom will be Paid.
Just the thought off it creates Politics
Offset by Internecine Exculpas
So the means never left any for Ends
Yet you still say you Despising Greatness
That it doesn’t have a Chance on these Streets.
After the Introduction who would Stay
But the Agenda and the Minutae
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