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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Hating Thyself

I don’t mean to cavil the situation
So I’ll strive to be as laconic as I can
We mustn’t ever seem too venal
Expunging all the foibles at hand
 
Living in a dearth of emotions
Free of ostentatious conversations
Censuring everyone around us
Never assimilating into other lands

Being occupied with austere attitudes
With the only solace of erudition
No quandaries are ever protracted
Only the fervent violence of demand

Too egoistical to ingratiate anyone
Mind to hateful to be quiescent
Soul far too lost to be ameliorated
And too circumspect to ever stand


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