Bother me not with a moody dim
I drag down for no one, chances are slim
For to break a sweat to try and relate
Is so farfetched, for I did not create
And the source?! The source...cursed be the source
I am damned by the aftermath that your victim retorts
So I give a little sigh when my legs say "run!"
But it won't shake me scared when all said and done
And I hope, like weather, she's let it go in the breeze
For now I'll keep my distances until the mood is better seized
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