Rue

Take equal parts butter and flour
Fold in spice and boil for an hour
It will blacken and flame
And taste such a shame
It's your roux of rues oh so sour

In pride rule the clutter with mauer
Pour into the gutter and cower
Mix in sin and shame
Make big lies your game
And reap regrets piled up a tower

(Poetry Scales 100

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