De Die In Diem

De die in diem,
as I waited,
while I fasted,
I forgo all the bogus laid on my clones.

Quid pro quo,
everything was,
I became that bigot,
all these while, still the mask of patience I got.

At once I was jerked off,
from my waist through my fermur,
then a little part of my fibula,
a rationale of patience.

Who told you a fib,
that the patient dog eat the fattest bone?
I grew up with my clones,
so identical, no differences,
if they divorce, they leave no mark of remorse.

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