The best-laid plans o' mice an' men. Gang ait a gley |
You cook up schemes and wily plans,
regardless of others' needs;
when they just don't work out...
for you this sad heart bleeds.
You contrive to make it all appear
but others see right through you, Sir,
nothing you do is accidental.
Every planned coincidence,
each manufactured 'chance',
is designed to lead your players
on an orchestrated dance.
But you're a lousy choreographer,
a puny puppeteer.
Your puppets are dancing to their own drums
and you've done your dash, I fear.
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