wishing I was a fanatic, wishing I could write
wishing I wasn't marred by a far cleft sight
Watch me as I cringe to monotony's delight
save me from these soliloquies,
these broken words that fancy verse
its pulpy melody, subtle, terse
havent you heard of it time and again
and snored away to my internal indulgent strife
save me from this rot, spare me this spite
make me a fanatic, as I wish I could write
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