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    Hold your peace, and share–free of sum stigma;
    Society may produce a conflict to voice a dogma.
    Truth spoken by corruption…where suspicion fit;
    Let communications be covered–in a deeper pit.

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    Hold your peace, and share–free of sum stigma;
    Society may produce a conflict to voice a dogma.
    Truth spoken by corruption…where suspicion fit;
    Let communications be covered–in a deeper pit.

    Stigmatize point-of-view to camouflage attitude;
    Gossip will hookline-a-tale–turn blind into crude.
    Inflamed social perception disorients goodsense;
    Rotten purposes disguise reality to take offense.

    There’s a tale, that tales are being spread as fact;
    Hop on this social bandwagon…to watch fools act.
    Truth is not the issue, but conspiracy fits our aim;
    Nothing can satisfy more, than a culprit to blame.

    The victim is non-the-wiser; whisper a tale freely;
    Before the wind reveals it, society believes it truly.
    There is a butt-of-stories–a joke suits just proper;
    The smell walks uprightly, secret!…like a whopper.

    Finally, the breeze enters the culprit’s tender ears;
    One-part of society cannot believe what he hears.
    The obvious question comes from a curious sound;
    Who, where, why and what has the culprit found?

    There is little wonder…what a social tale achieves;
    The culprit has never accomplished what is believed.
    Why is his reputation secretly on a chopping block?
    Why will never be answered; lies are securely locked.

    Where could society recommend damage for repair?
    There’s nowhere available to manage a blank stare.
    Look to the who, who originated this socialized tale;
    There lies the who, who deserves a notorious smell.
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  • Lend me a clock with just a moment of space;
    A reputation journeys thru a spasmodic chase.
    The heartbeat supplies blood to a living brain,
    As a contribution produces a significant name.

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    Lend me a clock with just a moment of space;
    A reputation journeys thru a spasmodic chase.
    The heartbeat supplies blood to a living brain,
    As a contribution produces a significant name.

    Reputation measures on a sporadic slide-rule,
    Accumulating the in-and-out slip…like a fool.
    One day, happiness of being…is who you are;
    Unfortunately, understanding slips tomorrow.

    No matter what…esteems no time for another,
    Whether a father or mother, sister or brohter.
    Values refine, and validate the process of time.
    Though age soon engenders a foolish mankind.

    Magnanimous quests may come late, by noon;
    But alas, superiority refuses to arrive to soon.
    Supreme delight appears…to persuade aright,
    ‘Cause the heartbeat will not retreat at night.

    Madness is no replacement for an evident age;
    There are wise ole fools who run from a rage.
    Freedom for the market…is a sage in touch,
    With whoever agrees–on…whatever is such.

    By purchasing products with labels attached,
    When and where, do…buyers assist a match?
    They tactfully ignore an invention with signs;
    Buyers eventually travel at full-alert…in time.

    Born to mortality–what should be an organism,
    Between an outset cradle, and the final chasm.
    Arbitrary ideas will gain the status of principle;
    Without clear boundaries, it’s less than simple.
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