for what abstinence has this vagrant settle in
yet pin on the whinging of life's tribulations
he was forlorn, fraught with anguish
yet voluble in his chagrin
he did not stop
dreaming of the day he could guzzle in earthly delights
speak of life's spindly concerns
vitiate his peers
and hold his own in primacy
denying himself as an oblation
once and all
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