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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