Must I go forth now with your hemorrhoid
Attached to my most sensitive regions
Must I now be forever paranoid
At looks I get from deputized legions
To survive your force, perhaps to succeed
I had to pull back, yes, to disappear
To live another day, I must recede
No blip on your radar will thus appear
Otherwise, movement forward, my success
Banishing my rose bloom, your fetid stink
Swamping all creation, your foul abcess
Carefully I await its time to shrink
As you track my movements like stink on poop
Who can say the levels to which I'll stoop.
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