How awful for you. Must have been
A source of huge embarrassment.
Candy-coated at the start to
Tempt your taste, pull you in.
But oh, the angry understudy
Creeping slowly, sight unseen
To pounce on unsuspecting prey,
Turning hero into louse.
Pity not the culprit. He shall
Spend his time in hell
Agonizing over choices made
With bitter consequence.
Better to lend concentration toward
The fences left to mend.
Nothing quite as empty as
A truth left dangling.
Lift your chin and focus as
You turn to face the crowded room.
State your case with attitude,
Fearless to the gruesome end.
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