Let me count the ways.
First, by those who think me naive,
And so dearly make me pay.
Then by those who think I know too much,
And want to strike before I strike them,
Which I may very well do as a matter of circumstance,
Though, it's not my intention.
And finally by those who mean no harm,
But have to make a buck,
And who in a society that truly worships good character,
Would have all the luck.
But it's alright,
This doesn't mean I have to screw, too, right?
Nice guys may finish last in some sense,
But I sense there's a place they may be out of sight.
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