Swear-to-Goodness
I make you tragic
Stir the dormant conscience in your gut
Until you're sick with how you hate yourself
And ashamed because you should
Even as your feet defy the exhortation
That if guilt could make you will
You would
I make you, the villain, victim
Same as me, of you
Your "swear-to-goodness" decent nature
Pulverized, despite your vying
By a temptation no man could be expected to resist
Unless he's lying
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