Shrewd

in a manor of time it will tell
it's been so reconciled
it's hard to tell anymore
not s scull set up on a stump
sold separately no gun
but a tall tale on web buy now black market
but fishes fishes in your suit case and back pack 
can't believe your eye
fishes fishes that fall from the sky
it's a wonder and work's why
it's life and power
it's money that disappears 
it's the people that hate him
distracted discernment
brought it to an extreme 
trust of all bad advice from some
decent i'm sure fine young fella
it's astute I mean absurd

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