A folk walking down the halls,
Vultures trying to pick on live meet.
The scurvier runs and runs,
But cannot escape.
Nothing to seen but cacti and ignorant chameleons.
If one picks off the bird, he is seen as a terror,
But asking is like communicating in a language unknown.
The wayward must think not of the perception of others,
But the survival of self.
As long as he does not act like an atom bomb.
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