where fools live,
it's a fools room,
and a fools tomb.
No room for largess,
only room for despair,
leaving a mess,
not deserving of air.
A disruption of normality,
is painful to the working world,
hurt to innocents,
and mindless concupiscence.
Disregarding all around,
is the only thought of thieves,
that's why they wilt and die,
like falling winter leaves.
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