If there's an ounce of reason,

It is not you---

To see this life through!

If there's an ounce of respect

I shall give myself,

---Until then,

I may not recollect!

For the waking mornings

Of just everyday

Are mere reminders of

our precipice--doomsday!

And like no clarity

has ever assuaged,

This equally transient life

requites my long-awaited wage!

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