Going to abscond
and scarper now
sick to my gut
and my troubled brow
but hell with it
show the boy some fun
knowing at last
I'm just like anyone
nothing's going to crawl
into my outstretched palm
consider this
my lament my psalm
then close the book
and think not a whit more
of all that's owning
of what's in store
what
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