Nursing Client
I eventually turned a nursing client,
She draws upon with codes to suit her plan;
All questionable bills, can't be silent,
With no regards to gut trying to scan...
What purpose its significance serves right,
Let alone object the view of value
Its seeker appraised towards such delight,
Found trailing compliment can't dare subdue.
Just like those days I've been calm to be nice,
Every night is cool, happy and content.
But now, I make threats look shy to entice,
Persuading words with gut's raging consent.
Be nice: you are a darling, but be wise
To fit into my heads, your words; off guise
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