loads of love i did provide:
food, clothing, and security
i supplied in hefty quantity;
language skills and logic
i did not hide from her;
travel abroad and to towns afar
with exposure to beauty and beast
too was never in small amount;
yet i failed in my adventure
to instruct and inspire
my posterity in the path to success,
sitting in front of screen with my muse
i craft that crap, the broken line
calling it poetry to amuse
none but this silly self, the swine
indulging in miry excess
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