Creeping Conceit 

​Drooling I secrete as I creep discrete to the grueling dueling of wolfing the elite along with heaps of sheep but losing no deep sleep over that which I eat, bleat bleat. That which I beat, defeat and the heat that’s under my seat which I keep for sowing to reap showing that the going is sweet but the real meal and treat is hitting my conceit with control alt delete. 

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