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The unacceptable insults and slurs
I blab to strangers private business
Their further knotting loops enlarge distress
A cloudy mind in manners thus errs
I half imagine his made mind concurs
I could inform the boy defuse a guess
Theres majesty in midst of message mess
Im bored by him I bore Im sure all blurs
I crave a counsel still sort stuff on own
Yet counsel coupled dodge I put it off
I strive to quit quiet qualm and loudly scoff
Id savage him till maudlin moan and groan
Is it the boy or state I long to leave
And if I silent stay it proves reprieve?
Chorus leave depart exit