Please stop promising me the world
When we both know you're only going to give me a crumpled road map and call it "close enough".
I didn't ask for you to bring me the moon
But this little gray rock you've handed me as a substitute is frankly insulting.
I didn't need epochs to the rainbows contained with in my eyes
But you didn't even measure the meter in this couplet.
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