You damage the same way that they did.
So, of you, I have had to get rid.
I really tried; but you just did not.
You are now on your very last shot.
Oh, not with me; I have washed my hands.
Those still at your side aren’t really fans.
Those obligated need an excuse…
To disconnect your leaden caboose.
I suppose you could mend what you’ve rent.
But bull-headed pride can’t make that dent.

