Always remember to protect your faults
From those who would assault
You with their squalid flaws,
Because,
When it comes to demerits,
There’s no one who’s buried
More good deeds
Than thee,
And even after you’ve
Exhumed
Several of these ill perfumed
Executions
You’ve still managed to abuse them better
Than the rest
Who, even in fine fettle,
Settle
For less than intended,
And mention this
At every opportunity as if hell bent
On downplaying their strengths,
When you know these would fail to chart
On your report card,
Or even raise a remark
In your life’s margin.
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