Like a charmer who was out charmed
Like an assassin politely disarmed
Like a doped up snake performs
The day I was born
Conscience was languid and dazed
As if from the very outset
Confused by the overtures I made
It feels so crippled, so fey
And yet so fitting
Desire doesn't do anybody's bidding
It just holds sway
Which calls for compassion
The compassionate play
On this day of all days
When I am trying to feel my age
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