A tube of impatient ire-ny twists around the waiter
Whose passions endeavor in all things to serve.
Yet proper desire may quickly wither
Once conquered by man's inherent self-love.
So, then one must endeavor to accomplish the fight
And with every step further bow down
And acclaim only and trust only One Other's Might
To avoid being, as one could say, a clown,
Simple a lesson, and quiet a view
Metrically unsung and rhythm askew
I recite for one's sake
Whose presence I take
And leave this rag-piece now to you.
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