Curiosity, to such a thing, should not grant honours
But she is an untameable beast that sparks and wonders
The mighty steed pulls my whims in unsavoury direction
The doctor forces me to the table to receive the injection
It is a righteous man’s duty to seek thoughts of a noble nature
I commend thee, righteousness, to find and to capture
The torment that grabs all my senses and deprives me
The fever that begs for one simple task, one simple duty
Rejection of the itch demands all my strength
The integrity must be shielded of hypocrisy for the length
No, I shall be resolute; my hunger shall not be a plaything
I sit before this empty plate and I shall not have another serving.
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