Lost Esteem
I am beginning to reckon
That to Miss Tracy I beckon
I permit to my image ruin
With the strength of the rains of June;
In the end self-esteem erode
And parts of my flesh corrode
And Miss Tracy lavishly goad
To balance on my shoulders load
I should see its rubbishy content
To delay not a vile intent…
I’m now some cycle Tracy rode,
For which like river she had flowed;
Thunderous laughter did explode.
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