Here
I see you're still here,
drowning in the ginger beer.
Peeking, pilfiering, scraping the veneer.
Snakelike, with a sneer.
Don't misle that horny steer-
please watch your language, dear.
Uch, why? No.
You silly pyro.
Then you go.
We, as a whole
ceased to grow.
Now back,
heaping flack.
I must have
stepped on a crack.
Forgiveness is a given,
as long as you're livin',
regardless of schism.
You threaten to leave,
wear it on your sleeve.
I see you're still here.
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