The Half-Fast Horse You Rode In On

The semi-amassed are half-assed

They can only walk half-fast

You believe they pass you by

But their strides are not that high

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Much amiss is aimless

And no one's name is stainless

Them, who catch you at your worst

You'll have to deal with first

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But fret not those who feel, to advance

Need only look at you askance

When, what you see, you know is true

Ask self-righteously, "Just who the fuck are you?"