Dear anatomical structure that you are
I see you near and at far
Filter me you do best
Was it good for the rest
But trust in me you did not
You angered me ever so hot
For you hate the word of a God
And you love so much to tug
On the strings of my hands
Will you always inhabit these lands
A man without the precise
Who hates us like we are mice
Your inconsistency is at it in true
And you have very little blue
So that when I go swing
You shall never sing
Of the friendship and the trust
That we shall never have
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