FOOLS
They'll 'always be with us',
Much like the poor;
Born of imprudence
And con-man's liqueur.
They think themselves 'wise',
Yet the angels know better;
Tread, as they do, from
These idiots' fetters.
Today is THEIR
day,
Say both mountains and moors;
Though, lacking in brains,
[Is 'no sense', de rigueur???]
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