Seated I sat
with the pleasantries.
The pastries
filled with joy
and sweet thoughts.
I ate the bate
awaited the rebate,
I never received;
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a single thing.
Let me smoke
a last cigarette,
waved the banneret,
I wasn’t supposed
to do.
Fly me, my wings
shy of the sky.
Off the hips
in this cabaret.
