Strike TwoMature

Remember when you told me once before
how you were pretty sure that this would work,
despite my small, disqualifying quirk
of being quite incapable of more?

You never were a wordsmith, in the sense
that when you feel you’re at your most intense,
you pull unending jargon out your hole.
Nothing but amusing rigmarole.

Just swallow all your vices and admit
they help, and yet they ruin everything,
but what’s the worst that they could ever bring?
this tired piece of well, yeah, shit.

The End

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