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You slur, yet slander seems outside your style,
Indeed, you've actioned questionable deeds;
Your feral parrot lives and dies and feeds
A prompted opportunist, off one mile.
Yes, there's a thing or two you titter vile,
It draws my darker sentimental needs,
To psychosomatic expression leads,
Benign as mere cysts, phew, removed short while.
Your twenties were a raucous whirlwind ride,
The fall out torts of precious metal muck,
Of fool's gold bars and crumbling gold beside,
Your lessons learned, you leveraged your luck.
Once more I force through benefit of doubt
The wisest warning, ease off, else you're out.

(Chorus)

o doubt
o incertitude
o muddle