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With hope 
that we’ve desired,
And bold how we’ve conspired,
The scope that is required
Is gold we have acquired.

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.