The A Team
Absolve us all of anguish
When appetency goes awry
The allure of the atrocious
Can take precedence over the auspicious.
Nought can assuage the anxiety of abomination
Flowing from such appetites
Ancillary to our basest desires.
Saying amen leaves us
Aghast at our arrogance
Adding to our aggravation
Acquittal comes from abstinence
And not from avarice.
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