Nincompoop
Briddeled in your circumstance,
each tortures lost despair.
Empty now through circumstance,
you've plotted your way there.
Trucelent for empty causes,
the smears upon your face.
Never have you searched for wisdom,
Ineptness took its place.
Nincompoop...
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