I used to welcome you as my true friend -
A toenail waving in the evening sky:
You'd put the zing back in my run-down volts,
But now your merciless appeal jolts
My soul's unkempt exhaustion. Your command
Pricks sore; your charms I reprehend:
I curse for peace as round your track you fly,
Once more, my shaking service to demand.
Such is my plea, that in this monthly trend,
That I, at peace, my conscience freshly preened,
Does not deserve the mud in your white hand,
Nor taste of your addictive contraband.
I speak quite nervous of your reprimand:
Be merciful; don't play the spiteful fiend.
(two weeks ago - or a year and two weeks ago - damn it I can't remember!!!!!)
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