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.
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