Hey you in the ikat weave
I've got a moldy shoe for you
I was once young and naive
Until I became grounded and got a clue
They tell me to be more assertive
And a smile cures a frown
I need to be more tenable and supportive
And not let life's gluttony continuously drown
My sum's not too large
Fuse me so I may stick
Allow my maliciousness to purge
And get me out of this entangled thick
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