Scream pounds from out lungs,

hands tied underneath secrets swung,

knees scorching earth salivating slip of tongue;

Exercise swindles of soaring mantra,

beg in fierce variating tantras –

Do thyself one favor,

have slight dignity in own dirty labor –

Enmity lies within ludicrous reach,

even mucky dirt slandering foul seed,

whimpering while one becomes a feckless leach.

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