pretend you could demonize me for some spirit
&i will publish upon those indiscretions,
gossip of my lameness& watch me screech to a stop
against yer upbraidings making no plea for moicy.
nothing you can voodoo on me
better than what i can out doodoo
on myself, fathoming yer welldrink whimsy.
i may freak the dopes or lose friends;
be vacant from your honky tonk dude dreams,
your persona a perfume no nose can read
lest senses do it wrong,
smelling what feeds the rose's climb sure-thorned
for thee, i'll wreck in waves my castle sand
for i must ne'er again kiss our wedding band
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