Self Ok
Self annuity, that one fray
that disrespects its disarray,
what wrong I learned from, must relay
to self's apportion, not obey!
The slavery of respect's allay
that merits pride, admits convey
to stifling, while my greatest aye
is understanding doubt's dismay!
The mass of reverence, scant to faith,
admit my fault, except, convent,
experienced lessons make my day,
that vacuum of consent, risks pay!
What not to do ~ again, OK!
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