Unsaddled perverseness mixed with salt,
and I assure you dear none of this is my fault.
What is or is not brandished mixed with pepper,
or what's ah-ah-Ah naughty with girls who will let her.
My greatest enemy, another poet casual with words,
maybe one who chooses words with no finesse.
(very unlike me...)
Casual interactions and their affairs,
causing the others on the outside to pull their hairs.
Pullin' those hairs like a bald man,
but you do what you can...
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