And though I'm not that kind of man,
I may be abrasive depending on whether,
You own up to the fact that you ran.
So much has happened because of your lack of response,
That there really can be no excuse,
Outside some event that threatened your way of life,
For, in that case, you would be of no use.
And then all would be well in my world,
That is harsh, but it is true,
For the only saviour to the claim of incompetence,
Is if something actually happened to you.
And it's alright,
Even if you're fine, I can still save the day,
In fact, I hope that I do,
'Cause, for nothing, I don't want to be put out of way.
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