Abstemious Blunder

Abstemious blunder,

Ascetic thunder,

The jeers and applause of the self-righteous

If to lose, I would find what life is

on the press of ruby lips.

To save your touch in caramel coffee sips.

Would I if I could?

Mystifying solecism,

Undefined hot schism,

The sneers and blank stares

If to win, I would know nothing

on the obscured darkest hours.

To save you from he, she; from he and me,

Leave, you are all and we bid thee free.

Could if you would please flee?


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