The epitome of an evil the skewed letter would label  

To many is such truth, not a fable  

Held tightly by urges of the seconds  

Within the sleepless cities that beckons 

Twice I hold the path of tea  

Forever you stay within me  

It is not glue that binds us  

Nor the substance which I fuss 

Guarded by a significant worm  

Your sight has gone, time to squirm  

I laugh at your extravagance  

I assure you my acquaintance 

/\* thank you for your answers they are lovely but for the bounty you need to be ugly\*/

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> I like your answers, my brain they have fondled  
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>  Macdonalds are evil, poor old ronald  
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>  dont give poverty, metaphorical bread  
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>  teach them to farm and grow instead 
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> sex, it is true its marked with the letter  
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>  however this is no fable you should no better  
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>  struggling I see this is a comedy  
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>  let the divine be your remedy 
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