It’s a perfect game he talks
While seldom does he walk the walk
A cacophony of words
But deeds are whispers barely heard
All victories lie in future tense
No present nor no history
And as today presents itself
The actions fracture readily
So how much time will pass him by
Before his plans bear useful fruit?
The answer lies within his grasp
To cease the talk and execute
29th April 2021
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