Pardon myself


Pardon me, but I am not for sale, like some brand
new pair of shoes displayed on some aisle, I have my
dignity, but more importantly, please do not cheapen
me with your fake love that has as much romance as like
being stabbed in the back with a wagging tale of lies,
otherwise I see no other way, for I have been bitten once
before by a rattle snake.

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