Finish Line
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Im skeptical
Not sure what Im doing is legal
I had taken a hiatus
From a race so ardous
But gave up I did not
Just slipped on my boots
And broke my right foot
Yes its my fault
This bad habit of straying
For a deceitful slave
Slaying him is fitting
For tricking his good master
On his perfect laws and everything.
Interesting poem, what genre is this?