I'm feckless, I'm weak,
your feral nature has turned me off
and your bumptious desire to teach me the things
i can't learn, oh, how i wish, but i'm never concern
to me but you who is now hirsute, your prolix beard
made you look like a beggar on the street
who insisted on the inappropriate stand
on my love that's now seems to decline.
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