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For a momentarily thrill;
Or for simply whatever;
Our loved ones we sell;
For a fading pleasure;
Cheating is a one way street;
There shan’t be a U-turn;
And if you were the rotten sheet;
Then you shall await your turn;
Like Cheaters like moths, drawn to lies;
Drawn to warmth or a fading flash;
As bees and butterflies reduced to flies;
When they feed upon a pile of trash;
Once a cheater is always a cheater so stand your ground;
Beginnings are not horrific and there are few good ones around.

©FAT 2016