In the midst of sordid crimes
In these our dangerous times
You are forming ugly rhymes
With church religious chimes
With hope I write not in vain
As I write to you once again
I will go and never complain
If today you’ll please explain
Why please, my buddy why
Did your rhymes go so awry
Are you short of good supply
I’ll give you rhymes to apply
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