Reward for the cheat

I took stock of my feelings, hoarded and counted

perhaps a lunatic, but my ego was mounted

at a last resort, I'd come down to insults

take wing from my home, just to see the results

the stench of his fear was apparent upon leaving

now, for his ways, he'd soon be grieving

I taught him the prize of a man that cheats

as I walked out alone, and into the streets.

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