You, sickly sweet; practical joke, chocolate onion. You, you’re separate, special treatment; VIP, though undeserved, no different mud on your feet than on mine. A hundred times I’ve seen the lie through pools in your eyes, fools learn, but I’ve been fooled many times. You, forget reading signposts find your way on your own. You, undisputed, impossible, will not, will not, will not be told. Child, scalded but so you say never wrong, every time, full score set.