Voice Your Choice Or You Will Regret It
Sour, dour, void of power
I spend every minute and hour
After I sickly assent and cower
When No galore would sense shower
Better be assertive with what you need
Than succumb and sway like a reed
They‘ll whip your wits with their whims
And your own drive will sure run to seed
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