The Hypocrite Block
I seem to remember not long ago.
I blocked a bloke and stopped his show.
I see your friend picks up your torch.
Your ground my friends is getting scorched.
No spine between us I heard you say.
Because we blocked you on such a day.
I guess your flock now sees your color.
But a spine is missing from your dear brother.
To be called out is quite the honor.
No rules I break so please don’t bother.
I would love to chat while on the clock.
But sorry old chap you have me blocked.
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