The Zero Dilemma Prisoner

He was right as rain.

He was in no pain.

He was ready to make them squeal.

They were ready to make a deal.

He was going to make them feel

Skins of an onion.

Pears that are no fun.

Good that comes undone

No one wants a bite.

Some are fulla fright.

They come out at night.

Something isn’t right.

And they know it.

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