Look at the failure, stood over there, The world his oyster, yet his hands are bare. Indecisive till the end but confident on the out, Should've dropped the pride, ended the doubt.
Look at the waster, dwinding away, Long grown hair, ***** face on display. Could've been somebody important, Helped the world out, what a shame he decided to fall stout.
Look at the, deadbeat, crouching, still, Isn't he brill, Lifewaster. Hello, Mirror.
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