Imp
There's an imp that lives inside of me
I simply cannot control.
It often whispers in my ear,
"Go ahead....be bold."
It knows when it is naughty,
and has gone too far.
I must say I like it.
To me it is a star.
If frees me from the ties that bind.
Social mores it leaves behind.
Stuffy rules and regulations,
to me seem so unkind.
We only pass this way but once.
No chance to recupe.
Days fly by in the blink of an eye.
So I'll be bold until I stoop.
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