Biting The Hand That Nourishes

Dodging the raindrops, umbrella arbitrary Amongst plethora o’ undeserving thorns, a rose though not fragrant Even though ‘team’ in maintenance, selflessness forthcoming not No ‘i’ in lager but matters not to the misguided ego.   Disloyal parasite, disingenuous disposition Biting the hand that feeds, deflecting thy inadequacies Humanity devoid on thine vain-glorious parade float Round the... Continue Reading →

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