Ode to my fickled friend
You with the piercing eyes
As cold as frostbite
As hot as a fresh knife
You slice my side at will
You who pierce my heart for fun
You hide and bide your time
When least expected you pounce
When I writhe you grin your evil grin
Once again you have my attention
Not yet undivided but your acknowledged
For your work well done
What evil tonic will put you to your rest
Oh you dose to my advantage
You let me catch my breath
You who lay untarnished
Let me sing you a lullabye
So I can get on with my work
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