The Stoic
You whirl through life without remorse
your mind with Stella glory
you're life so lived with stern in course
you block out auditory
You feel no pain which serves you well
and others do respect
no gain for physicians to therefore tell
no need for ill detect
It may seem as if you are complaining
when you say ouch or start to flee
you don't feel it though it's worth explaining
for the stoic here is me
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