Shame Draft

Pulling up behind the one just in front
don't know me well but thus is the hunt
staring me down to go down the road
broken and shattered by everywhere code

fortune and blame will come up the well
water was gone, for then down I fell
baking the bread but never again
honesty flouts all over in pen

fated to die as thus we are thus
wishing to cry at totaling fuss
numbered the ledger a coffee cup chin
losing by dredger a public chagrin.

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