morally fraught,
nothing taught,
status sought, 
now caught,
in all of your 
lying,
and though
you’ve been 
trying,
there will 
now be no
denying,
you’ve lost
your sinecure. 
your supposed 
grand prize,
and trapped in 
your lies,
you face 
professional demise, 
for which 
you’ll not be
mourned,
just universally
scorned. 
 
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