Hypocrite's Manure

So a world could be small yet too big, This lady is ripped; she cries all day! He to be master, now boss ever stay. Oh this soil, half a decade always a whole dig. "Master please be a leader" with tears she shouts in pain. Most are like a bonobo, and few like a honey badger, but slow. All these friendly villains take off the veil. For the ambiance of time tortured and nurtured by men's sensual urges. Affiliated with a passed-down notion to propel greed. Indomitable hypocrites, It's been decades without any gesture to bewail the masses.