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Its troubling tiresome that further ache
At my age thicker nerve sheathes get enrolled
As human tales of younger folk unfold
I feel life redefined more give than take
I lacked a heartiness I felt a fake
As Satans stuff appeared well oversold
I claimed deeds my own his as if ice cold
A patsy candidate Ill cry and quake
Time of streptococcus throat infection
I felt possessed I rasped the phlegm release
I yodelled tongues against a larynx grease
Out flew nonsense names on foul inflection
Behind you lurks a foul mouthed little imp
His cruel ventriloquy can crimp a wimp
Chorus imp demon genie