But for Whom?

parasitic pistol waving
guides a gavel's misbehaving
given to the archers quiver
acutely drawn, delivered hither

concatenated listings lay
before us, saying, come what may
come hell or waters high we stay
to serve the life we can't betray

you know the way, but try to stay
just how it is, and go astray
intellect is but a flower
which when abused, will make men dour

some will cower all their lives
some will wield the sharpest knives
some are happy in the womb
while others see it as a tomb

if you'll just leave yourself some room
it's easy to be done with doom
enjoy the weaving on the loom
and watch a flower gently bloom

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