You think you got me this time with your glorified hobo trap.
A few morsels of bread, & I am ripe for the cooking?
You, sir, are sorely mistaken.
I will not fall prey to your dew-encrusted treats,
or suffer the hungry soul to be half-quenched
then limited for all eternity.
You have misjudged my stamina, & worse yet,
smeared my reputation with your assumptions.
I am more than your gluten-filled lies.
I am more than the quickly forming mold.
I am steadfast & immovable & eager for the challenge.
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