Care too much - I'm burned
not enough I'm spurned
and thus at quite an early age
I subsequently learned
that space does not suffice
it takes a heart of ice
to stay alive as mortals wage
their war of nicey-nice
the smiles on their lips
gigantic to eclipse
the pitted swords of petty rage
that dangle at their hips
but lifetime as a grunt
has taught me to be blunt
and the stratagem at this stage
is forfeiting the front.
Are You Reading Me?
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