You took my inhibitions

And turned them inside out

In the most timely manner

So that at your convenience

You could call me





A joke to you

But had you known

I was accustom to manners

Of flight

You would not have been

So inclined

In your attempt to


You would have figured

Out so quickly that

I would crush

You with a look

Of discontentment so

Incessantly putrid

That you would be forced

To your hands and knees

Where my amusement

Would be your wretch


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