Wist scald a wrecker’s horde of fights and nays
Where Destiny miffs Zen for peaches play
Politics and losses thick, per wars dap slay
And one by one bodies back in history lay; their fall no matter of yes's and nos,
Yek right or left to wins the sinner goes;
And he or she that flung bung down on the range
His revenue streams flow- She knows-He knows!
The moving finger writes, and lacking good wits
Moves on: nor all thy tax cuts or fissile fuels
Shall recover solvency, nor cancel public debt half a bit
Nor all thy Lears slow heat increase of ocean or the inverted bowling sky
War blunders galling hoops plants live and die
Lift not thy hands to destiny for wealth
It is free to roll on while superfluous nature dies.
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