Congratulations! You made it look easy
To disappoint and wound, distract, reheat me,
Without even breaking a sweat, and from home.
(Okay, you probably sweated,
Just through no effort of your own.)
So if you goal was wrath and envy,
To extract from me a moment's deadly sin,
Then I have no choice but to congratulate your win,
But if your goal was to take my feet
Right out from under me,
Then let's see plan B.
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