Pug rebels
What softness, what tenderness
to fell no great glory
when the opponent is knocked down,
what sadness it is to feel this heaven
called empathy, and meaningless
whatever when it never should have been,
this abomination I must point out,
of feeling what I should feel not,
for I have won, won, won, won,
yes you heard me right
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