With hope that we’ve desired, And bold how we’ve conspired, The scope that is required Is gold we have acquired. Inspired by every trope, We’re keen to climb each slope, And tired each lazy dope Who’s seen they cannot cope. Though soap can wash them clean, We’re told we’re far too mean; They mope in filth they glean - A mold infected scene. Admired by all, they’re told, A fraying rope is sold - Aspired to be controlled, They grope but never hold.
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