Compensatory Cogs

Restricted in her club of spades,

Up a sleeve of ready tears

That erupted into reasons,

Towards an answer made

Most dishonestly to be given,

In exchange a hunch most low

For the enticement & credit

Of who could claim

They were best at giving,

Yet those who were used

As compensatory cogs,

Stayed still broken the same.

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