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Treating the statement ‘good timing’ as a tragic punch line
Mindfully abusing
Muted tongues
And other appendages

Discarded, scorned by my shocking
Self-deprecating
Threshold
Of patience

Searing a contemptuous tongue does not extinguish the flames below
A fresh bed of stoked coals and wicked ashes in my stomach
Carcinogenic remnants
Departing a sooty disposition impacted with a grimy baseline
Remaining in the forefront – an unclean state of mind and body

Unclean perhaps but still battling to be optimistic
Existing empty lapses but not hopeless trances linger

There still is a free stint
A purifing new era around the bend
A Pepto bismol renaissance awaits the forlorn pallet