The place of youth today

Is the side board of anxiety laden

With self-loathsome matter of real life

Vain and attitude.



It is not the blood-types of

Your normal pregant pause

But the anxious memory of the fall

That took your kind hearted and sold

It to the deity of life

Called the soul-man of Jinx.



For it is cummard upon the people

To know it for what it worth

The right of all evil.



To be available to the write-ist

And the glorious

Of lovers, sounding like

The vagrants of salutory



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