Finish Line 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.
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Interesting poem, what genre is this?