
Only Child
I’m an only child and introvert, Whimsical and deftly hurt, It’s like duck-soup for me to dissipate, I separate and isolate, I helm towards the inurbane, They appear to be the only ones sane, Although they are fugacious and indignant, Withal erratically forthright malignant, As a scion, I was used as a scapegoat, But I was pellucid enough to take note, If you cite me crafty, you flatter me, You can allude to me as nasty it wouldn’t matter to...
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