War Vapor
I think you are wrong,
and I am right,
there is a gap,
persistent and perennial,
I am unhappy always,
and at wars,
they are my wars,
I am advocate,
in my own courts,
and decide myself,
but mostly in my own favor,
one day I did a little labor,
and decided in that man's favor,
my wars reduced from that day,
as if steamed into vapor.
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