if lanky love pushes you ’til you fall
eerie affections to a meagre maiden draw
but moaning mind finds no solace there
admit the urge, then contend with bruised bear
if jolting jealousy triggers hoisted hope
for wanky wealth with fellas cope
but moaning mind finds no solace there
admit humpy urge, then contend with bruised bear
if wielded wits whoosh favor
towards taunted mate, wealth bruising barter
but meagre mind finds no solace there
admit haggard urge, then contend with bruised bear
jumpy jealousy is a felon fruit of nature
take a bite from it, but leer no leisure.
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Note: of felon philosophy.
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