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Retort From Inside the Eggshell
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell Through countless absurdities I held my tongue While you courted your daydreams from hell. I mastered the rules willing all to be well As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung I winced disenchantment whenever you fell. I laid low, so fierce your desire to excel Your mint julep put-downs like scorpions stung While you courted your daydreams from hell. I wallowed in patience, don’t ask and don’t tell I begged your repentance where hope’s crosses hung I winced disenchantment whenever you fell. A childishly reckless, indulged Southern Belle Your frivolous insults so flippantly flung While you courted your daydreams from hell. For years poise and wit lulled me lame with their spell I yearned for the charmed days when love’s fruits first sprung But your mind’s locked up tight in a bright padded cell I winced disenchantment whenever you fell While you courted your daydreams from hell.
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