I suppose you could say that I've not
learned to go
With majestic unchoosing, with the
seas' ebb and flow.
I tack and I twist and I roll and I
squirm.
One sees sin's silken spiderweb
catching a worm.
I pace and I poke and I prod and I ask.
My friends pay the percentage, patience
heavily taxed.
Truth be told, I have mastered the
thumbnail's dark art
Of scratching and scraping and picking
apart.
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