Pruning Dead Branches
A wasted space
No light shines from thee
Ones that might need to replace
Themselves, with more integrity
Instant gratification is your desire
No more time can make you whole
Might just throw yourself into the fire
And make room for the next to take role
And stand up, much stronger than you
To reclaim a better society
Watch with your slanted view
At those who have your lacked sobriety
Make way for great leaders and inventors
You unknown and forgotten pretenders.
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